Marco Lorenzo stands pressed against the wall, his dark hair falling forward as he grips his cock hard, the thick veins pulsing under his hairy chest. The muscles in his arms strain with each rough stroke, his knuckles white as he works himself over with a desperate, open-mouthed focus. The wall behind him is just a plain surface, but his body is all the detail, sweat glistening, breath coming fast, the way his hips jerk forward with every thrust.
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