Mirrored Ecstasy: Solo Sins of a Mature Man
A mature man, alone in his room, finds his gaze drawn to the mirror. He sees the lust in his own eyes, the hunger that's been building. He strips slowly, letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor, his body revealed inch by inch. His cock tents his boxers, and he can't help but rub it, feeling the heat through the thin fabric. Turning to face the mirror, he pushes his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. He grips it, feeling the weight, the hardness, and begins to stroke. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, as he watches himself in the mirror. His strokes become more aggressive, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and he can feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his belly. He's close, so close, and he can't look away from his own reflection as he brings himself to the edge and then over, his body convulsing as he comes, his seed spilling out over his hand.