In the privacy of his room, Ec Vargas peels off his clothes, leaving only his tantalizing tanga. The thin fabric hugs his ass, the string disappearing between his cheeks, driving him wild. He grinds against the bed, his cock throbbing, before giving in to the urge to touch himself. His hand slides down, cupping his balls, then tracing the outline of his shaft through the tanga. With a groan, he pushes the fabric aside, revealing his hard cock, and begins to stroke, lost in the sensation of his own touch, his tanga still riding high on his hips.