In a private, intimate dance, our soloist worships his own 'rola', coaxing it to life with tender, firms strokes. The air fills with the scent of his musk, and the sound of his flesh slapping against his cock. His 'punheta' grows more feverish, his grip tighter, as he chases the ultimate release. With a final, guttural groan, he finds it, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his hard-earned reward.