Agustin, the Argentine hunk, can't resist the urge any longer. He's a maricon, a pajero, and he knows it. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he starts to stroke his thick cock, his hand moving up and down the veiny shaft. He's no puto, but he loves the feel of his own hand bringing him pleasure. He picks up the pace, his grip firm, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close. With a final, desperate stroke, he cums, his load spilling out, coating his hand in white, sticky evidence of his self-indulgence.