Santana

Santana swears he's a virgin to the camera—no one's caught him stroking himself on film before. He confesses it shyly: he craves the thrill of new experiences. The mere thought of jerking off for a hungry crowd, all while keeping it secret from everyone, even his girlfriend, hooks him deep. Besides, it's been ages since he last touched himself. Why not now? He sinks into the plush pillows of the couch, a delectable boy-toy fantasy come to life. This cherubic cutie boasts a tight, compact frame that begs to be unwrapped. One hand grips his pud, pulling with steady rhythm; the other dances lightly over his balls, teasing them awake. 'Yeah, this feels good,' he murmurs, voice husky as he strokes his hardening cock. His pace quickens, breath hitching. Then—pow!—he erupts, ropes of jism spilling like warm, sticky icing across his belly and fingers. A satisfied grin spreads as he savors the rush. Slipping his underwear back on, he repeats it: he loves trying new things. So do we, angel. So do we.