Antonio, visiting his cousin, finds himself in her room, surrounded by her scent, her things. His mind wanders, his body responds. He slips a hand under his shirt, pinching his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure down to his crotch. He unbuttons his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He spits in his hand, lubricating his shaft, and begins to pump. His strokes are steady, firm, his gaze locked on the door, half-expecting, half-hoping his cousin will walk in. His fantasy plays out vividly as he fucks his hand, his body tensing, his voice a low growl as he comes undone.