In the throes of a sweltering afternoon, the estofador, drenched in sweat and plaster dust, takes a break from his work. His parched throat yearns for a cold drink, but his raging hard-on craves something far more satisfying. He unzips his stained overalls, revealing his enormous, rigid cock tenting his filthy underwear. He pushes his underwear down, letting his cock spring free, and begins to stroke it with fervent urgency. His big, calloused hands grip his thick shaft, his pre-cum coating his fingers as he jerks himself towards release. He groans, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm approaching. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it pumps out a copious load of hot, sticky cum onto the dusty floor.