Solitary Ecstasy in the Mirror

In the dimly lit bathroom, a lone figure stands before the mirror, his eyes locked onto his reflection. His hand, slow and steady, strokes his hardening length, a soft moan escaping his lips. He's a scene of pure, unadulterated self-gratification, his body responding to his own touch. The tension builds, his grip tightening, his rhythm quickening. He leans back, his other hand cupping his balls, massaging gently. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, forceful stroke, he finds his release, his seed spilling over his hand.

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