Tano stands pressed against rough stone, his bare chest glistening with sweat as he grips himself with rough, deliberate strokes, his knuckles dark against his taut skin. The wooden beams behind him frame his shadowed face, mouth parted as he works his cock with a slow, relentless grip, fingers slick with precome. The air hums with the sound of his breath and the wet, rhythmic slap of his hand against his shaft.
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