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In the hushed stillness of the night, a lone figure stands before the bathroom mirror, his reflection casting a shadow of desire. His hand, large and strong, wraps around his substantial length, the veins pulsing with need. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the occasional gasp echoing against the tiles. His strokes are long and deliberate, the head of his cock emerging from his fist, glistening with precum. The tension builds, his body taut, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his seed, his eyes locked with his reflection, a primal satisfaction etched on his face.