The comedor, usually a place of shared meals and conversation, becomes a private sanctuary for Pauzao's solo indulgence. The scent of his own arousal fills the air as he leans back in his chair, legs spread wide. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his rigid shaft. He can feel the tension building, his balls tightening as he nears his climax. With a final, deep groan, he explodes, his hot cum spilling onto the polished table, a testament to his unbridled lust.