Solo Symphony of Senses

Bare and exposed, he stands before the mirror, his reflection watching as he strokes his lengthening shaft. His breath hitches as he imagines a touch other than his own, the fantasy fueling his desire. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering gasp, his body convulses, painting stripes of white onto the cool glass.

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