A Man, A Mirror, and His Monologue

In the stark, dimly lit room, the man, a stranger to the camera, sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the mirror propped up before him. He's naked, his body a map of desire, his cock already hard, pointing at his reflection. He leans back, his hand wrapped around his shaft, moving slowly, deliberately. He talks to himself, to his reflection, his voice a low, ragged whisper, his words explicit, graphic. He describes what he wants to do to his reflection, what he wants his reflection to do to him. The room echoes with his lewd whispers, the sound of his hand moving faster, harder on his cock, until he groans, his body convulsing as he comes, his reflection watching, always watching.

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