In the heat of the moment, a punheteiro can't control his urges. He unzips, his rock-hard rola straining against his jeans. With a groan, he pulls it out, the cool air a stark contrast to the furnace between his legs. He wraps his hand around his thick shaft, his grip tight, his rhythm feverish. His eyes roll back, his hips buck, and with a guttural moan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his surroundings with his creamy load.