Santiago, hidden from the world, indulges in his private vice. His room, dim and warm, becomes his sanctuary. He strips, his cock already hard and leaking. He takes it in his hand, the soft skin sliding over the rigid flesh. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural groan, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he spills onto the floor.