In the dimly lit bathroom, a lone figure, Verga16X's solo boy, stands before the mirror. His breath is heavy, his heart pounding as he slowly unzips his jeans, revealing his throbbing erection. He strokes himself, his grip tight, his rhythm urgent. The bathroom fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his musk. His body tenses, his abs contract, and with a low groan, he releases, his hot cum painting the cold tiles.