The room is filled with the scent of exotic spices and the soft hum of distant traffic. A lone man, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, sits on the edge of his bed, his jeans pooled around his ankles. His hand wraps around his rigid, uncut Mexican cock, the skin stretched tight over the engorged head. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he pictures a beautiful woman, her mouth open, her tongue out, ready to take him in.