Deividfortunato's hands work magic on Douglas Machado's taut muscles, but it's the growing bulge in Douglas's shorts that catches Deivid's eye. With a suggestive smile, Deivid leans in, his breath hot on Douglas's ear. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" he whispers. Douglas swallows hard, then nods. Deivid grins, slipping his hand into Douglas's shorts, wrapping his fingers around Douglas's thick shaft. Douglas gasps, his hips bucking as Deivid expertly brings him closer and closer to release.