Rafaela de Melo's boy is alone, his body aching with need. He finds solace in his own touch, his fingers tracing the contours of his hard cock. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the ragged pants of his breath. He is lost in his own world, a world of sensation and desire, where every touch brings him closer to his goddess, Rafaela.