The man's apartment is filled with the scent of his own musk, the air thick with the promise of what's to come. He's been fantasizing about this moment all day, the feel of his cock in his hand, the warmth of his own release. He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a man on the edge, ready to give in to his most primal urges. He strokes himself, his grip tight, his movements steady. And then, he can't hold back any longer. He turns his cock towards the mirror, the first stream of urine catching the light, splattering against the glass, a testament to his unbridled desire.