The dense forest floor cushions your feet as Marcelo guides you deeper into the woods, his hand lightly brushing against yours, sending shivers up your spine. He stops at a clearing, the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above, casting a soft glow on his face. With a wicked grin, he reaches for his belt, letting his jeans fall to the ground. His cock, already hard and aching, springs free. He leans back against a tree, spreading his legs, and begins to stroke himself, his grip firm and steady. The rustling of leaves and the distant hum of unseen creatures fill the air as he brings himself closer to the edge.