Gulherme, alone in his room, decides to embrace the heat. He strips down, his body already damp from the sultry weather. His cock, thick and uncut, stands at attention. He climbs onto his bed, spreader bar in hand, and secures his ankles, his ass cheeks clenching in anticipation. He reaches for his lube, slicking up his fingers, and teases his tight hole. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, as he pushes his fingers deeper, imagining a cock filling him. The room echoes with his moans, the sound of his pleasure a symphony in the stillness.