Rising from his bed, Allan Guerra Gomes' morning wood is already at full mast, his Cueca Branca struggling to contain his impressive girth. He makes his way to the bathroom, the fabric of his briefs becoming more translucent with each step. Turning the shower on, he steps in, the water cascading down his toned body. He can't help but reach down, feeling his hard cock through the damp fabric. With a grunt, he tugs at the waistband, freeing his length. He strokes himself, the water beating down on him, his moans echoing off the tile walls. As he nears his climax, he pulls the Cueca Branca aside, his hot cum mixing with the water, swirling down the drain.