Daniele Frino, alone and craving, takes matters into his own hands. In the dimly lit room, he slowly undoes his pants, revealing his eager, throbbing cock. With a sigh, he begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady. His eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in the sensation, the heat building in his loins. He imagines the touch of another, the sensation of a tight, wet mouth enveloping him. His breath hitches as he nears his climax, his body tensing as he spills his seed, a low groan escaping his lips.