In a secluded corner of the bustling Italian market, a black stallion finds solace in his own company. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, hidden beneath a loose apron, as he pretends to arrange the fresh produce. His hips thrust forward slightly, his grip tightening, as he imagines the soft hands of the nearby women on his flesh. The scent of ripe fruits and his own musk fill the air as he brings himself closer to release, his breath hitching as he spills his load onto the paving stones.