Renato Belaggio takes his dick out in a garage

Renato Belaggio stands in the warehouse with his hands gripping the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to free a thick cock that juts out hard and heavy, the head already glistening with precome as he leans against the cold metal shelves. His muscles ripple under the tight fabric, the dark hair on his chest contrasting with the pale skin of his arms as he steps forward, the blue cloth beneath his feet catching the light. The industrial racks tower behind him, silent witnesses as he grips himself, fingers sliding over the veins and the smooth, flushed tip.