Lorenzo's thick, sabrosa cock tents his boxers as he lies back on the rumpled sheets, memories of their passionate encounters filling his mind. He can't help but worship his own verga, sliding his hand under the elastic and wrapping his fingers around his gruesa length. He pumps slowly, feeling every vein, every ridge, as his pole hardens and leaks pre-cum. His eyes flutter closed, imagining his lover's touch, their moans filling the room as he brings himself closer to the edge.