The casa, usually filled with laughter and chatter, is now silent, save for the soft sounds of his solo performance. He finds comfort in the solitude, his imagination running wild. He pictures a woman, her body pressed against his, her moans echoing in his ears. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He can feel the tension building, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his hot cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.