In the quiet of his room, a man stands before the mirror, his reflection his only companion. He begins to stroke his rigid cock, his grip firm and steady, a rhythm building with each passing moment. His eyes roll back as he loses himself in the sensation, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust of his hand. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his ragged breaths echoing off the walls. He grunts, his body tensing as he releases, his cum painting the mirror in hot, sticky streaks.