Ze Do Pau Duro, a man of class and charm, conceals his desire beneath a tailored terno and gravata. But the fabric can't hide the growing bulge at his crotch. He retreats to his study, the scent of aged leather and expensive cologne filling the air. He sits in his high-backed leather chair, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants. His hand wraps around his thick, hard cock, his palm sliding up and down the shaft. His breath hitches as he imagines the sensation of his cock plunging into a tight, willing hole. He pumps faster, his grip tightening, until he can't hold back any longer. He grunts, his cock pulsing as he comes, his seed spilling out, marking his shirt as a testament to his forbidden indulgence.