In the confines of the bathroom, Maldonatto's thick, veiny cock stands at attention, ready for his expert touch. He lubes up, his hands sliding along the length, squeezing the head, before picking up the pace. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged. The room fills with the scent of his precum, the sound of his flesh slapping against his cock. With a final, guttural groan, he erupts, thick ropes of cum painting the tiles, leaving him spent and satisfied.