Antonio, alone and horny, decides to take matters into his own hands. In the dimly lit room, he slowly unzips his pants, his throbbing cock aching for release. He strokes it gently, feeling the veins pulse with desire. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand working his length with expertise. The room fills with the sound of his wet, eager strokes and his soft, guttural moans. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final, shuddering gasp, he comes undone, his hot seed spilling over his hand.