Luis Muguel, lost in his own world, pleasures himself. His hand moves in a steady rhythm, milking his throbbing cock. The room is filled with the scent of his precum, a heady aroma that only serves to fuel his desire. He pictures a lover's touch, their hands guiding his, their breath hot on his ear. With a low groan, he comes, his milky seed spilling forth, a testament to his self-love.