Rico, alone and eager, takes his throbbing verga into his hand, stroking it slowly as he gazes at his reflection in the mirror. His breath hitches as he imagines a warm, wet mouth enveloping his length, and he picks up the pace, his hand gliding smoothly along his hard falo. The sight of his own body, slick with sweat, pushes him closer to the edge. He leans back, his body tensing as he feels the familiar heat building in his loins. With a final, powerful stroke, he lets out a low moan, his body convulsing as he spills his leche onto the floor.