In the quiet of his room, Novinho succumbs to his desires. His hands roam over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, igniting sparks of pleasure. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his peak. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, and with a final cry, he spills over, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over him.