Teofilo's mind races with fantasies of Vergara as he sits on the edge of his bed, his cock tenting his boxers. He tugs them off, freeing his engorged member, and begins to stroke, his grip tight and firm. He pictures Vergara's luscious body, her full lips wrapped around him, and his pace quickens. He imagines her riding him, her tits bouncing, and his breath comes in ragged gasps. With a final, deep groan, he comes, his hot seed spilling over his hand, leaving him spent and dreaming of Vergara's touch.