Bernard's eyes meet his reflection's, a silent challenge accepted. He unbuttons his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, his hard cock springing free. He grasps it firmly, his hand sliding up and down its length. The mirror reflects his every move, his pleasure doubling with each stroke. He turns around, presenting his muscular ass to his reflection, and spreads his cheeks, revealing his tight, puckered hole. He fingers himself, his moans filling the room as he fantasizes about being filled from behind. His breathing grows ragged, his strokes faster, until he can't hold back any longer. He turns back to face his reflection, his body tensing as he comes undone, his cum painting the mirror in thick, white streaks.