The bathroom mirror reflects a man on the brink, his hand a blur as it works his rigid cock. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. The air is thick with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his stroking filling the room. He leans forward, his forehead resting on the cool mirror, his breath fogging it up. His strokes become erratic, his grip tightens, and with a guttural groan, he explodes, painting the mirror with his semen, his body shuddering with the force of his release.