Moreninho's hand moves with practiced ease, his grip tightening as he picks up speed. His breath hitches in his chest, his eyes fluttering shut as he imagines a lover's touch. The sound of his wet, slapping flesh echoes in the small room, mingling with the steady drip of the showerhead. His cock throbs in his hand, the head emerging from its foreskin, ready and eager. With a final, shuddering groan, he releases, his body convulsing as he coats the tiles with his hot, white seed.