Diogo Brasileiro, alone in his room, lets his desires take over. He strips down, his hand tracing the lines of his lean body. His cock, already hard, stands at attention. He spits into his palm, lubing up before he starts to stroke. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his fantasy. His breathing deepens, becoming ragged as he picks up speed. His abs tense, and with a low groan, he comes undone, his cum painting his chest.