Solitary Sin: His Fist, His Pleasure

In the dim glow of his room, Joao, a man of few words and many desires, takes matters into his own hands, quite literally. His punheta is not a hasty, desperate act, but a slow, sensual exploration of his own body. His fist, a tight, warm sheath, envelops his throbbing cock, his hand moving with a rhythm as old as time itself. His other hand wanders, teasing his nipples, cupping his balls, his touch leaving trails of fire on his skin. His body tenses, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and with a guttural moan, he finds his peak, his cock pulsing, his seed painting his abdomen in streaks of white, a silent, intimate celebration of his solo pleasure.

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