A married man, driven by primal urges, retreats to his empty home, eager to sate his hunger. He locks the door, ensuring no prying eyes will interrupt his private indulgence. Clothes discarded, he stands before the mirror, admiring his reflection as he runs his hands over his body. His cock hardens at the sight, and he grips it tightly, pumping his hips in time with his strokes. The room grows warm, his breath ragged, as he races towards climax. With a final, guttural groan, he spills his seed, his body trembling with the force of his release.