Unbound: His Intimate Ritual

He stands before the mirror, his reflection a catalyst for his desires. His hand wraps around his cock, a tight grip as he begins to stroke. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of his pre-come. He bites his lip, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his hips bucking slightly as he chases his release. With a final, deep groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints the mirror with his hot, white seed.

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