Lost in his own gaze, he jerks off with urgency, the rhythm of his hand matching the pounding of his heart. The mirror reflects his every move, his every grimace, as he nears the edge. With a guttural groan, he paints the glass with his hot, white seed. Enticed by the sight, he presses his lips to the cold surface, savoring the taste of his own forbidden fruit, his tongue chasing the last drops of his forbidden delight.