Sucking the hairdresser
Hello everyone! I'll tell you what happened to me that Monday, August 29th, I had to cut my hair, but as you all know, salons close on Mondays, and I had to cut my own hair. Anyway, I found a salon open around 5:30 pm. The hairdresser answered me and closed the salon telling me that I would be his last client. I understood that he already wanted to go to his house and I explained how he wanted the haircut.
The hairdresser, Paulo, started his work and asked me to go wash it, so that he could trim it with the scissors. That's when I felt the hands of that boy of his 25 years massaging my head slowly, which made me relax, since I was tired from the work day too. With the washing and massaging in my hair, coupled with my fatigue, I almost dozed off. That's when Paulo started massaging my hair and not just washing it and when he finished the "washing", he put his hand on my shoulder and called me to finish the cut.
His extremely light and agile hands were quick in cutting my hair and little by little, I felt that the use of the knife to hit my ribs turned into caresses on my face, which was very close to mine. When he went to clean the knife and took my face once again, I could not resist that brown, thin boy with delicious lips. I held on to his face and stuck a fucking kiss on it, which corresponded in time. From there on, it was a catch. I sat alone in that chair and he stood, bent, kissing me. I got rid of the cloak that protects us from the hair I sucked and began to caress his body. And once I was cut, I sat down in his shoe and I could finally see what I wanted: a little brown boy, with his head straight, asking to be promptly done.
I was sucking, licking, swallowing that dick until his head came down my throat and Paul was slowly fucking my mouth. Then I felt his dick throb and I saw he was going to make fun of me. I started punching him and sucking only his head until I felt the first jet on my tongue, and then another, another and another. It was four jets that I made a point of swallowing.
But Paul's stick didn't come down, so the second round of kissing, this time more affectionate, because I felt that he was more sensitive. Even so, I swallowed that tasty stick, poked, licked, stroked his balls. The second was faster, but more intensely. Paul screamed as he made fun of me again in my mouth, his legs trembled with pleasure, and Paul only had the strength to hold another chair and fall on it, with a dirty little smile of pleasure. Luckily, the court was almost ready and my new favorite hairdresser didn't want to accept money. Only now he told me that my salon closes on Mondays. Also, just so that I could go back and tell the truth. Will I go back there? (Laughter)
The hairdresser, Paulo, started his work and asked me to go wash it, so that he could trim it with the scissors. That's when I felt the hands of that boy of his 25 years massaging my head slowly, which made me relax, since I was tired from the work day too. With the washing and massaging in my hair, coupled with my fatigue, I almost dozed off. That's when Paulo started massaging my hair and not just washing it and when he finished the "washing", he put his hand on my shoulder and called me to finish the cut.
His extremely light and agile hands were quick in cutting my hair and little by little, I felt that the use of the knife to hit my ribs turned into caresses on my face, which was very close to mine. When he went to clean the knife and took my face once again, I could not resist that brown, thin boy with delicious lips. I held on to his face and stuck a fucking kiss on it, which corresponded in time. From there on, it was a catch. I sat alone in that chair and he stood, bent, kissing me. I got rid of the cloak that protects us from the hair I sucked and began to caress his body. And once I was cut, I sat down in his shoe and I could finally see what I wanted: a little brown boy, with his head straight, asking to be promptly done.
I was sucking, licking, swallowing that dick until his head came down my throat and Paul was slowly fucking my mouth. Then I felt his dick throb and I saw he was going to make fun of me. I started punching him and sucking only his head until I felt the first jet on my tongue, and then another, another and another. It was four jets that I made a point of swallowing.
But Paul's stick didn't come down, so the second round of kissing, this time more affectionate, because I felt that he was more sensitive. Even so, I swallowed that tasty stick, poked, licked, stroked his balls. The second was faster, but more intensely. Paul screamed as he made fun of me again in my mouth, his legs trembled with pleasure, and Paul only had the strength to hold another chair and fall on it, with a dirty little smile of pleasure. Luckily, the court was almost ready and my new favorite hairdresser didn't want to accept money. Only now he told me that my salon closes on Mondays. Also, just so that I could go back and tell the truth. Will I go back there? (Laughter)
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