In the heat of the moment, Samus can't wait any longer. He strips bare, his long, black hair cascading down his back, and stands over an empty bottle. With a deep groan, he lets loose, his golden stream arching into the container below. The room echoes with the sound of his urgent release, the warm liquid sloshing as he fills the bottle to the brim. He pauses, his cock still hard, then tips the bottle back, drinking his own piss, his body shuddering with the forbidden pleasure of it all.