In the dimly lit room, a raw, uncut amateur finds refuge in his own touch. Mi verga, he murmurs, his hand wrapping around his pulsating cock. He strokes, long and slow, feeling the veins throb beneath his fingertips. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, kneading them gently. With a final, rough tug, he spills his essence, his body shuddering with the force of his release.