The smell of saltwater and beach sand still clinging to his Havaianas, a man retreats to his private space. His flip-flops, now silent, sit forgotten as he unzips, his hard-on straining against his shorts. He kicks them off, his chinelos joining the discarded clothes. Naked, he stands, his sandaled feet planted firmly, and begins to stroke his thick cock. The sound of his hand slickly sliding up and down, the soft grunt of pleasure, fill the room as he loses himself in his solitary dance.