Alimma's lens trains on a towering, uncut specimen, his 'grande cazzo' aching for release. He grasps the monstrous tool, his calloused palm gliding along the sensitive skin. His hips piston, fucking his fist as he chases his climax. His breath hitches, chest heaving as he nears the point of no return. With a final, desperate thrust, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his abs in a sticky, shiny mess.