Mamadormineiro, alone in his room, finds solace in his own touch. He starts tentatively, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans, before unzipping and letting it spring free. His hand wraps around the shaft, stroking slowly, feeling the heat and hardness grow. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace, twisted sheets bunched in his other hand.