In the quiet of his room, a man succumbs to his primal urges. His eyes locked onto his reflection, he grips his rigid cock, feeling its heat pulse against his palm. Each stroke is a journey, from the sensitive tip to the base, where his balls tighten, ready to unleash their load. His body tenses, every muscle taut as a bowstring. His breath hitches, and with a final, powerful thrust, he spills his seed, painting his torso with stripes of white, his body shuddering with the force of his release.