Inked Guy Stroking Alone Before Reflective Mirror

In the darkened room, the inked guy stood before a large reflective mirror.His tattoos seemed to blend with the distorted image as he stripped himself down to his naked torso.A sense of anticipation and excitement filled the air as his fingers teased and stimulated the swollen erection at the base of his body his penis, his cock, his dick.He stood there, slowly stroking himself, his eyes gazing deep into the reflective glass before him as he imagined a reflection that was not there, a partner he so desired in this moment.His hand worked with practiced precision on his throbbing manhood, his thoughts wandering to the forbidden fantasies that lingered within his minds eye the soft ass he longed to touch and hold as it quivered under him.His cock was swollen and heavy, pulsating with life, its head glistening with precum that trailed down the shaft in a tantalizing trail.With every stroke, his breath grew heavier, his mind filling with the forbidden desires of a womans touch and response.The mirror became his guiding light, his reflection a mirage he longed to become.His eyes never leaving it, his cock growing harder, thicker with every stroke.He imagined himself as a man of great passion, loved and desired in the throes of carnal pleasures.As the climax approached, his breathing became shallow and ragged, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.The sensation began to build up deep within his body, the familiar pressure in his balls that signaled the inevitable end was near.His hand sped up, working himself faster with each thrust of his hips into the cold glass before him.In this moment, the man in the mirror turned to face him.It was no longer his own reflection he sought but a woman, a lover who yearned for him as much as he desired her.Their lips met passionately and they embraced in an erotic dance of bodies intertwined in the throes of desire.At that pinnacle moment, it happened.The sperm surged through his veins, the tension within him reaching its breaking point.His fingers clenched tightly around his swollen dick as the warm sparks of release shot from him, splashing against the cold reflective mirror in a messy display of carnal bliss.The aftershock pulsed through his body as he exhaled deeply, relishing in the satisfaction that only a moment like this could bring.Satisfied and spent, he stood there for a moment longer, basking in the glory of his climax.A smile playing on his lips as the echoes of their passionate lovemaking still filled the room.With one final glance at the mirror that had borne witness to his most intimate pleasures, the inked guy stepped away, leaving behind the remnants of a moment he would carry with him forever.