"Mi pito," the man murmurs, his voice thick with lust as he gazes at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He's alone, but the room is charged with his presence, his desire palpable. He runs his hands over his body, pausing to tweak a nipple, before moving down to grip his thick, eager cock. He strokes it slowly, his hips moving in time with his hand, his eyes never leaving his reflection. The sound of his wet, slick strokes fills the room, mingling with his heavy breathing. He picks up the pace, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, his reflection grinning back at him, satisfied and spent.