Giorgo, a ruggedly handsome man with a hunger in his eyes, locks himself in his dimly lit room. The scent of sweat and musk fills the air as he begins to strip, his breath quickening. He takes in his reflection, admiring the tattoos that adorn his toned body. His hand wanders down, tracing the lines of his abs until it reaches its destination - his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, a moan escaping his lips as he builds up a rhythm. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, the sight of his hand working his throbbing dick, and the smell of his arousal.