Mauro Marinello

Beefy Mauro Marinello returns for round 2 of his muscle matinees. In a dusky, windswept garden somewhere in Buenos Aires, big boy Mauro sits patiently in a corner and waits - for you. Once you’ve arrived - late, and breathless, as usual - he checks you out sternly, as your eyes roll over his body from muscular calf to head. He rises - in effect, saying, Let's get started - and scans the garden for an appropriate place to strip down. It's all a little too exposed to the neighbors for him, so Mauro takes you inside for his special brand of laid-back muscle play.