Diogo Brasileiro, a man of few words, needs no accompaniment for his intimate, carnal dance. In the stark, white room, he stands, his body a study of raw, unadulterated desire. His hand, calloused from years of labor, grips his stiff cock, his palm slick with pre-cum. He jerks himself off roughly, his hips bucking, his abs clenching. He's a man possessed, his orgasm ripping through him, leaving him panting, his cock glistening with his release.