Carlos, in the privacy of his room, gives in to his desires, as he often does. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking it to the rhythm of his racing heart. He's a solo artist today, lost in his thoughts, his body responding to his own touch. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his voice a low growl as he whispers, 'Estoy masturbando,' before succumbing to his release.