In the quiet of his room, Cuzinho indulges in his secret desire. His hands roam, his breath hitches, as he strokes his eager cock. He imagines Delicia's hands, his mouth, his body. The room fills with the scent of sweat and precum as he loses himself in the rhythm, his grip tightening, his hips thrusting. He comes with a groan, his body convulsing, his release painting his stomach.