Raul, a man of many secrets, finds solace in the solitude of his room. His hands, rough with callouses, trace the length of his rigid cock. He imagines the softness of a woman's body, the wetness of her mouth, the tightness of her cunt. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged as he chases his release. Raul's lechita, his private lust, consumes him, leaving him spent and satisfied.