Amador, a self-proclaimed punheta master, retreats to his room, eager to indulge in his favorite pastime. He strips off his clothes, his cock already at half-mast, and settles into his well-worn chair. With a lubed-up fist, he begins his slow, sensuous stroke, his grip tight and steady. His cock grows harder, the veins pulsing, as he works himself over, his moans filling the room. He speeds up, his hand a blur, until he's grunting and groaning, his body convulsing as he cums hard, his load spilling over his hand and dripping onto the floor.