The city of Buenos Aires, once bustling with life, now echoes with silence, and so does this Argentine man's apartment. Left alone by the quarantine, he turns to his own body for comfort. His pija stands erect, a testament to his unfulfilled desires. He runs his hands over it, feeling the smooth skin, the hardness beneath. His imagination runs wild, picturing the hands of a stranger, their breath hot on his neck. He pumps harder, faster, until he reaches his climax, his body shuddering with the release.