In Antonio's hidden bathroom, Rolando strips down, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. He steps into the shower, the water cascading over his firm ass and muscular back. His cock, already semi-hard, twitches as he soaps up. He turns, his gaze locked onto the lens, and begins to stroke himself. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his hand working his cock expertly. The water pounds against his body, echoing the rhythm of his hand, as he brings himself closer to release.