In the heart of Malpensa, Giorgio Milano takes a moment for himself. His hand wraps around his substantial, uncut cock, a smirk playing on his lips as he begins to stroke. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, his breath quickening as he picks up pace. His grip tightens, his hand a blur as he chases his release. With a final, powerful stroke, he groans, his body convulsing as he painted his stomach with his hot, sticky cum.