Cristhi Cfc's Horny Solo in Green Hoodie
The room is charged with the scent of Cristhi Cfc's arousal, his emerald green buzo a stark contrast to the pale skin of his chest, now heaving with anticipation. His hands, strong and sure, slip beneath the elastic of his tanga, wrapping around his hardening cock. He strokes slowly, languidly, his hips moving in time with his hand. The buzo, once a casual piece of clothing, now feels like a second skin, his body temperature rising, sweat beading on his forehead. Cristhi's rhythm picks up, his grip tightening, his other hand playing with his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his peak, before finally erupting in a wave of ecstasy, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.