A mysterious, sultry gaze meets his own in the mirror, igniting a fire within him. He's his own plaything today, and he's eager to indulge. His hands wander, caressing his smooth skin, feeling the heat beneath. He grips his hardness, feeling the pulse of desire. His strokes are steady, confident, knowing just how he likes it. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, his moans echoing off the walls. He's a symphony of sensation, building, climbing, until he reaches the crescendo, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.