As the first light of dawn breaks through the window, Rogério finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. His hand, driven by primal urges, moves to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. His cock hardens, pressing against his boxers, begging for release. He frees it, the cool air contrasting with the heat of his flesh. He strokes, his grip firm and steady, his breath coming in short gasps. His body tenses, his hips bucking as he spills his load, the first rays of sunlight catching the glistening trails on his stomach.