In the heart of Porto Alegre, a lonely husband finds solace in his own touch. His wife's image in his mind, he begins to stroke his cock, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his hand slapping against his dick. His body tenses, and with a final, deep groan, he unleashes his load, painting his chest and belly with his hot, sticky seed. He collapses back, spent and content, his secret desire sated for now.