Vergasuave's soloboy finds himself in a room full of strangers, each lost in their own world of pleasure. He's alone, yet surrounded. His eyes zero in on a pair of plump, round ass cheeks, glistening under the party lights. He can't help but imagine the owner of that ass, writhing and moaning on top of him, her big ass bouncing as she rides him. His hand finds its way to his cock, stroking it slowly, building a rhythm that matches the pulsing beat of the music. He's not part of the orgy, but he's certainly enjoying the show.