Alone, He Pumps Flesh

Bare and exposed, he stands before the mirror, his reflection a symphony of muscle and desire. His hand, rough and calloused, wraps around his rigid cock, pulling and twisting with practiced ease. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as he strokes himself to the brink. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, each one heavier than the last, until with a final, guttural groan, he spills over, his hot, sticky release coating his hand and dripping onto the floor.

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