Wolffing's lens zooms in on Rafa, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He grunts, his hand wrapping around his shaft, jerking it roughly. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He leans back, his head resting against the wall, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he chases his release. His body convulses, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, his cum dripping down his fist.