The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator in the distance. Tricha's husband stands before the mirror, his reflection a study in raw, unadulterated lust. His hand, rough and calloused from years of labor, wraps around his thick, veined cock, his grip tight, his strokes steady. His eyes, dark and intense, never leave his reflection as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his body shuddering as he paints the mirror with his hot, sticky cum.