In the throes of quarantine, Alexsandro, or 'Roludo' as he's known in his private circles, lets his carnal desires take over. He's alone, but his imagination is a playground of fantasies. His hand, slick with lube, pumps his engorged member, his mind racing with scenarios of debauchery. The room echoes with his grunts and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. His body tenses, his abs contract, and with a final, deep thrust, he comes undone, his load painting his stomach in thick, white stripes.