In the quiet, early morning streets of Vila-Velha, ES, a lone figure retreats to his room, a sense of urgency in his stride. The sun is barely up, casting long shadows and a warm glow that filters through the window, illuminating the scene about to unfold. He locks the door behind him, his heart pounding in his chest as he pulls out his throbbing cock. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breaths and the slick, wet sounds of his hand working his length. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he finds his release, a groan escaping his lips as he spills onto the floor, the evidence of his morning pleasure.