Lost in the throes of his pajita, the solo boy plays with his pija, his eyes closed in intense concentration. His hand, slick with his own lubrication, glides up and down his rigid shaft, his hips bucking in rhythm. He's a master of his own pleasure, his body responding to his every touch. The room is filled with his heavy breathing, the sound of his hand moving rapidly on his pija, and the occasional wet sound of his saliva meeting his flesh.