Jeremiah Johnson, the self-proclaimed sinner, finds himself in the throes of passion once again. This time, he's alone, his reflection in the mirror his only companion. He grips his cock, feeling its heat and hardness in his hand. His strokes are slow and deliberate, a dance of sorts, a ritual of self-pleasure. He knows every inch of his body, every sensitive spot, and he uses this knowledge to bring himself to the brink. His moans fill the room, a symphony of sin and satisfaction.