Deprived of La Pepina's touch, a lonely admirer resorts to solo pleasure, his hand a poor substitute for her skilled fingers. He fantasizes about her riding him, her tits bouncing, her pussy clenching around his cock. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He can almost hear her moans, feel her nails digging into his chest. With a final, desperate thrust into his fist, he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release, a solitary celebration of his beloved La Pepina.