Carlos, a Brazilian stallion, is alone in his lair, the scent of his musk heavy in the air. He's a man of few words, but his body speaks volumes as he strips, his cock already hard and eager. He strokes it expertly, his grip firm and steady, his rhythm picking up as he imagines the tight, wet heat of a willing mouth or cunt. The sound of his hand meeting his flesh fills the room, a symphony of solo pleasure.