The room is filled with the scent of soap and sweat as the solo stud stands before the mirror, his reflection revealing a chiseled physique and a throbbing cock. He wraps his hand around his shaft, the veins popping as he begins to pump. His grunts fill the room as he builds up speed, his balls tightening. He leans forward, bracing himself as the first wave of cum bursts forth, landing on the counter with a heavy splat. He continues to stroke, milking every last drop of his thick, creamy load, leaving a messy trail of his essence behind.