The sun's rays beat down mercilessly, but the beachgoer feels only the heat of his own desire. He strips down to nothing, his hard cacete standing proud and ready for action. With a moan, he wraps a hand around it, pica-ing slowly at first, then faster, as the pleasure builds. The beach is deserted, but he doesn't care, lost in his own world of sensation. With a final thrust, he spills his gozado onto the sand, panting and spent, the ocean's waves lapping at his feet.