A narcissist at heart, he can't resist the allure of his own reflection. Naked and vulnerable, he stands before the mirror, his gaze locked onto his own form. With a slow, deliberate touch, he begins to stroke his length, his grip firm and steady. His eyes never leave his reflection, watching as he brings himself closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, his moans echoing off the walls, a symphony of self-love.