In the dimly lit, tiled bathroom, an Italian stud, Dt84It, stands before the mirror, his hand already wrapped around his throbbing cock. He's got no time for a shower yet, but he can't resist the urge to stroke his thick, uncut meat. The room fills with the sound of his steady, slick pumping, his breath quickening as he builds to the edge. He spits into his palm, the wetness echoing the fantasy playing out in his mind. His hips buck, his abs clench, and with a guttural moan, he unleashes a thick, creamy load onto the mirror, leaving a sticky, glistening trail.