Cavalo's bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting dramatic shadows across his chiseled body. He stretches languidly, his hand brushing against his hardening cock, now tenting the sheets. A wicked smile plays on his lips as he begins to tease himself, running his fingers along his shaft, tracing the veins pulsing with desire. His breath hitches as he grips his cock, jerking it slowly, his hips lifting off the bed, seeking more friction. His body is a canvas of pleasure, his muscles taut as he paints his chest with his essence, marking his territory in a primal display of satisfaction.