In the dimly lit room, a lonesome figure, Travestimadura's sole boy, sits on the edge of the bed. His hand tentatively reaches down, rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. With a sigh, he unzips, letting his thick, veiny cock spring free. He strokes it gently, feeling the heat and pulse, his mind filling with fantasies of tight, wet cunts. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his wet, sloppy masturbation, his grip tightening as he nears his release. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cum spilling onto his hand and the floor beneath.