The hunger in his eyes is palpable as he grips his length, his thumb rubbing the sensitive head, a bead of pre-cum forming. He wants a woman, he thinks, her curves, her warmth, her moans. But for now, he's just a man and his reflection, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. He pumps his cock, his breath hitching, his body tensing as he nears his release. He wants more, needs more, but for now, this is his reality, his solitary dance of desire.