The bar is quiet, the clock's hands ticking monotonously. Manuela, the solo barman, finds solace in his well-worn routine. He's a master of his domain, but tonight, his domain includes his throbbing picha. With a quick glance at the locked door, he undoes his pants, releasing his thick, veined cock. It's a pajilla, a solo session, but that doesn't make it any less satisfying. His hand strokes rhythmically, the familiar texture of his shaft sending waves of pleasure through him. His grip tightens, speed increases, and with a guttural groan, his polla erupts, painting the bar top with hot, sticky leche.