Tristan Jaxx, the ultimate husband material, flexes his muscles in the mirror, admiring his reflection. His eyes linger on his massive cock, already half-hard from his own admiration. He smirks, wrapping a strong hand around it, feeling its weight, its length. He strokes it slowly, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. He imagines his husband's mouth around it, his eager, desperate sucking, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his cock swelling in his hand. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting the mirror with his desire.