Paolo, in the throes of self-love, is a sight to behold. His uncut cock, hard and dripping, is a testament to his desire. He grips it tightly, pumping his fist up and down, his hips bucking in time with his strokes. His eyes are closed, lost in his own fantasy, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He can feel his orgasm building, a tingling at the base of his spine, and with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the floor.