Fernando, a man of quiet desires, retreats to his private space. He undresses, his body a canvas of defined muscles and smooth skin. His cock, already hardening, stands at attention. He wraps his fingers around it, a tight grip, and starts to move. His free hand trails down his torso, tweaking a nipple, then lower, to cup his sack. He's lost in his rhythm, his grunts and the slap of his hand against his cock the only sounds in the room. His release is intense, his body convulsing as he spills onto his hand.