Bernard, alone in his bedroom, decides to indulge in some private pleasure. He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing every intense moment. Starting with a gentle stroke, he builds up a rhythm, his hand sliding up and down his thick, veiny shaft. The sight of his own body, muscles taut, turns him on even more. He picks up speed, his breathing growing ragged, until finally, with a groan, he spills his load onto the mirror, leaving a sticky mess for him to clean up.