A mysterious figure stands before a mirror, his reflection showing nothing but a silhouette. He plays coy, slowly lifting his shirt, giving fleeting glances of his chiseled body. His hands trace the edge of his jeans, teasingly, before finally pushing them down, revealing his generously sized, semi-erect cock. He looks at it, then at his reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. He starts to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady, building his arousal. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing, before he lets out a low moan, his cock pulsing, spilling his load onto the floor.