Our camera finds him alone, jacket still on, but the zipper of his pants undone. He's been waiting for this moment, his hand already familiar with the feel of his hard 'pito'. He starts slow, building up a rhythm, his breath hitching as he picks up speed. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sound of his pre-cum lubricating his strokes. He's close, his body tensing, and with a final, guttural moan, he comes, his semen spilling out, staining his jacket, a testament to his solo indulgence.