Roman Capellini’s muscular frame stretches across the sheets, tattoos tracing his skin as he grips himself with deliberate strokes. The blond hair falls forward slightly, framing his focus as he lies back, the bed’s floral pattern barely visible beneath him. Every movement is measured, from the slow pull of his fist to the way his body tilts just enough to show the full length of his cock. The angles shift but the intensity doesn’t, just him, his hands, and the quiet precision of the act.
