The object of his desire, the mirror, becomes his confidante, his audience, his lover. He leans in, his breath fogging the glass, as he teases his heavy balls, rolling them gently in his palm. His other hand works his shaft, from base to tip, slick with pre-cum. He watches himself, his eyes locked with his reflection's, as he loses himself in the rhythm, the sensation, the fantasy. The room echoes with his groans, the mirror a silent witness to his private ecstasy.