Marcelo Marcello's day begins with a ritual, a daily offering to his primal urges. His thick, dark pubes frame his cock as he unzips, revealing the beast within. He grabs his shaft, feeling the pulse of life, and directs the flow. The scent of ammonia fills the air as he empties his bladder. But Marcelo is far from finished. He turns to the mirror, his reflection urging him on. His hand works feverishly, his hips bucking as he chases his morning orgasm. The first shot lands on the floor, quickly followed by several more, leaving a sticky, wet trail.