In the quiet solitude of his Atlixco home, a man seeks solace in the throes of self-pleasure. His nimble fingers dance along his rigid shaft, coaxing out beads of anticipation. The air fills with his ragged breaths and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh as he builds towards his climax. His body tenses, and with a final, guttural groan, he finds his release, painting his abdomen with stripes of white.