August's heat has Goileglatze in a frenzy. In the fading light of the 14th hour, he stands, his goatee a stark contrast against his flushed skin. His cock, hard and aching, demands attention. He obliges, his hand sliding up and down his shaft, the wet sounds of his lust filling the air. The city watches, unnoticed, as Goileglatze's pleasure reaches its peak, his hot seed spilling onto the cobblestones.