Caacacsa, unseen by the world, indulges in his private ritual. He's alone, but his body responds to the familiar touch as if it were another's. He starts slow, a teasing caress over his clothed cock, feeling it stir and harden. His hands tremble slightly as he reveals his naked flesh, his cock standing proud and eager. He takes it in his hand, the sensation of his own skin against his sensitive length sending shivers down his spine. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands, their mouth, their body, and his strokes quicken, his hips moving in rhythm. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tense, as he chases his release, spilling his load onto his stomach, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He's left panting, his body sated, but his mind filled with the echoes of his fantasy.