Nando's self-control snaps as he gives in to his primal needs. His pace quickens, fingers flying over his engorged flesh. His breath hitches, body tensing as he nears the edge. A low moan escapes him, echoing in the room. With one final stroke, he topples over the precipice, cum surging out, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. He slumps back, spent and satisfied, his pants sticky with his release.