Lost in his sorrow, Thiago's body betrays his melancholic state, his cock tents his pants. He unzips, allowing his thick, veined member to spring free, throbbing with need. He wraps his hand around it, tight and warm, and begins to move, tears streaming down his face as he chokes out soft, desperate sounds. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he spills his load, his cries of release echoing in the empty room.