Quito's streets may be bustling, but in this cozy apartment, it's just our protagonist and his insistent desire. He kicks off his shoes, letting his hand wander down his body, cupping his erection through his jeans. With a smirk, he unbuckles, letting his thick, rigid cock spring free. He spits into his palm, lubing up as he begins to stroke, his rhythm matching the beat of the city outside. His eyes close, lost in his fantasy, his hand working his length with expert precision. His body tenses, his breaths come in short gasps, and with a final, fierce stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his stomach with his hot, white seed.