Ennio Guardi grips a cloth between his fingers while his thick cock throbs, the dark hair on his chest contrasting with the smooth, muscular lines of his body as he jerks himself off with deliberate, rough strokes. Yuri Adamov stands close, his presence implied in the way Ennio’s hand moves, focused, unhurried, the cloth catching the wetness of his release. The scene is, the act unapologetic, with no distraction except the way Ennio’s grip tightens as he comes.
