Jorge Eduardo, a man of quiet intensity, finds himself alone in his room, the hum of the city outside his window. With no one to share his desires, he turns to his own touch. His hands, rough from years of work, trace the lines of his body, igniting a fire within. His cock, thick and uncut, responds eagerly to his firm grip. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy world, his breath hitching as he nears his release, his body tensing as he spills his load onto his stomach, a quiet groan escaping his lips.