Tanned and toned, the man sprawls on the hotel bed, the Macaé sun painting his skin with a warm, golden hue. His hand wraps around his thick, uncut cock, a bead of Precum glistening at the tip. He strokes slowly, his eyes fluttering closed, imagining the surfers outside, their bodies glistening with sea water and sweat. His breath quickens, his grip tightening as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, his moans echoing off the walls. With a final thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, white seed.