In the throes of shameful desire, a negro surrenders to his carnal needs. His large, black verga throbs in his hand, a symbol of his unbridled lust. He strokes it slowly, torturously, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His mind is a whirlwind of taboo thoughts, his body a slave to his base instincts. As he nears the pinnacle of his pleasure, he grunts, his body tense, and then, with a final, shuddering spasm, he releases his leche, his sins seemingly washed away in the flood of his desire.