Diogo, in the throes of desire, seeks solace in his own hands. He strips leisurely, his eyes locked onto his own reflection, appreciating the physique he's honed. His cock, thick and veins pulsating, demands attention. He takes it in his grasp, working it with skillful expertise, the slap of flesh against flesh a symphony in the otherwise silent room. He teases his cockhead, smearing the pre-cum, before resuming his relentless pace, his body tensing as he nears his climax, ultimately painting his chest with his hot, white cum.