Solitary bliss: One man's private dance
In the hush of the night, a man, alone with his desires, succumbs to the primal urge. He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a body honed by time and effort, a cock heavy with need. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around the rigid shaft, feeling the heat, the pulse of life. His strokes are firm, confident, his grip tightening as he feels the pleasure build. He leans forward, resting his free hand on the cool glass, his breath fogging up the surface. His movements become more frantic, his hips bucking, his body tensing as he chases his release. With a guttural moan, he comes, his cock pumping out his load, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He stands there for a moment, catching his breath, before cleaning up, leaving the room filled with the scent of sex and the echo of his pleasure.