The black man stands in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him, a silent partner in his solo dance. He grips his cock, the veins bulging beneath his touch, and begins to move. His hips thrust forward, his hand sliding up and down his length, his grip tight. He imagines a woman watching him, her eyes wide with desire, her tongue licking her lips. The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, his grunts and groans, his wet, sloppy masturbation. His pace quickens, his breath comes in short gasps, and with a final thrust, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating the mirror and dripping down, a testament to his solo pleasure.