Andy, alone in the laundry room, can't resist the urge to mark his territory in the most primal way. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, pumping it as he watches the washing machine's door swing open. With a grunt, he releases a steady stream of piss, filling the machine with his warm, golden nectar. The sight of his cockhead disappearing into the sudsy depths sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he continues to stroke, his breath hitching as he imagines the machine's spinning cycle as a tight, wet mouth, eagerly sucking him off.