'Despertando' finds himself in a trance, his body responding to the devilish whispers in his ear. His naked form writhing on the bed, he's a slave to his desires, his hand a poor substitute for the flesh he craves. The room is hot, the air thick with his lust, as he chases his release, his body arching, his cock throbbing. With a final, guttural groan, he spills his seed, his body spent, his mind still racing with sinful thoughts.