A stranger in Porto Alegre, this gaucho's only companion is his own hand, guiding his throbbing cock to ecstasy. He pounds his meat, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the empty room. His breathing grows ragged, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He groans, his body convulsing as he pumps out his creamy load, the scent of sex filling the air. With a satisfied sigh, he cleans up, ready to face another day of solitude.