Juan's fingers trace the length of his shaft, from the sensitive tip to the base, a slow, deliberate dance of desire. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur as it works his cock. The sound of his hand meeting flesh fills the room, a rhythmic beat that matches the pulse of blood coursing through his veins. He leans back, his body tensing as pleasure courses through him, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with his warm, sticky release.