Unseen Solitude: Every Man for Himself

In the quiet of his room, a man stands before the mirror, admiring his reflection. He's been alone too long, his body yearning for touch. He starts slow, running his hands over his skin, feeling the heat rise. His cock responds, hardening at the attention. He grips it, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. His eyes never leave the mirror, watching his pleasure unfold. His body tenses, his breath hitches, as he finally finds his release, his seed spilling onto the floor, a testament to his private indulgence.

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