In the quiet of his room, a man surrenders to his carnal desires. His 'Verga' tents his pants, demanding attention. He frees it, gasping at the cool air that washes over his hot, hard flesh. He begins to stroke, his grip 'Gruesa' and insistent. His mind fills with images of tight, wet holes that beg to be filled. He imagines the resistance, the pleasure-pain of pushing into a body that's not yet ready to take his size. His strokes quicken, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels the familiar tightness in his balls, the heat that spreads through him, and with a final, powerful thrust of his hips, he spills his seed onto his stomach, his body shuddering with the force of his release.