Under the soft glow of the moonlight, Novinho Safado17 stands, clad in a black, lacy thong, his silhouette a work of art. He takes a deep breath, inhaling his own scent, a heady mix of musk and something uniquely him. His hand traces the edge of his thong, teasing, before slipping inside, his fingers wrapping around his hardening length. He bites his lip, a soft moan escaping, the night air cool on his heated skin.