Patricio223 takes his time, savoring the moment. He sits back, his hand casually resting on his lap, fingers teasing the waistband of his boxers. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slips his hand inside, his palm pressing against his growing erection. He smiles, his eyes half-closed, as he begins to stroke himself. His movements are languid, almost lazy, but there's a purpose to them. He knows what he wants, and he's taking his time to get there. His hand moves in a steady rhythm, his breathing deepening as he loses himself in the sensation. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. With a low groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he comes undone.