In the hush of his room, he slips into a pair of sheer black panties, the lace tickling his skin, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He runs his hands over his body, feeling the fabric, feeling himself. He strokes his length, the lace adding a tantalizing friction. He plays with his nipples, pinching them through the bra, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's a vision, a Latin god in lingerie, lost in his own world of pleasure, his hand working his cock faster, his body tensing as he nears his climax, the room filled with his moans and the soft rustle of lace.