J3N51F3R's soloboy stands before the mirror, admiring his body, running his hands over his chest, down to his abs, and finally, to his throbbing cock. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. He starts to stroke, his hips moving in rhythm, his eyes locked with his reflection. His other hand reaches behind, squeezing his ass, a moan escaping his lips. The room is filled with the sound of his flesh slapping against flesh, his panting breaths, and the occasional whispered encouragement to himself. He's in his own world, his own pleasure, and he's loving every moment of it.