Fortaleza's hungry gaze meets the lens as he starts to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His other hand squeezes and pulls at his heavy balls, the scent of his musk filling the air. He growls, a primal sound that echoes in the room, and then he's coming, his cock pulsing as it spills a hot, sticky mess onto the floor, a testament to his intense, unbridled pleasure.