Jakol stands before the mirror, admiring his reflection. He's in the mood for some self-love, and he knows just how he wants to indulge. He slowly peels off his clothes, his eyes never leaving his own, appreciating the sight of his body. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes locked with his reflection's. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He increases his pace, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final groan, he comes undone, his body shaking as he paints his chest with his release.