Novinho, the young Brazilian stud, finds himself in a moment of solitude, his body craving touch. He strips down, his eyes locked on his growing erection. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm, his strokes steady. His other hand explores his body, tweaking his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs. He's a man possessed, his need consuming him. His breaths come faster, his strokes harder, until he's teetering on the edge. With a final, intense thrust, he comes undone, his seed spilling forth, his body wracked with pleasure.