The young man's mind races with images of provocative senoritas, their curves accentuated by the heat, their laughter echoing in the air. He imagines their hands on his body, their mouths around his pija, their moans of pleasure. His strokes become more urgent, his need more intense. He pictures himself pounding into them, their bodies writhing beneath him, their nails digging into his back. His fantasy is so vivid, he can almost taste it, almost feel it. And then, with a final, shuddering groan, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he spills his seed onto the floor.