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I punched that nerdy white boy in the head in the bathroom at C.P.T.M.

Published: 08/02/2024 21:00

Author: morenosedutorrj

Category: Masturbation

Dear readers, the fact that I am about to narrate is true, real, it happened to me on Thursday of last week, 01/02/24. I'm a metalworker, I work in industrial maintenance, so I'm always driving around São Paulo and sometimes even Brazil. That day I went to work in the region of Ermelino matarazzo, eastern zone of SP. Then I came by train and got off at the USP east station, because it is close to the factory where I was going to work. I arrived very early at the station, it was a little after 6 in the morning. For those who do not know the USP east station, as soon as you go up the stairs, there is a public bathroom inside the station. I entered the bathroom and had a white car, glasses, half red hair, sardines on the face, nerd's car. So when I entered the bathroom he was washing his hands. I stopped in the urinal, which is right at the entrance and he in the sink, I noticed him looking at me. I love to provoke, so I started punching my dick. I'm a brunette, 38 years old, slightly grey hair (mixed black and white threads), 1.80m, 86kg, gifted, 22cm thick cock, full of veins, head... big balls... I started punching my bald dick and it wasn't long before the little face stopped in the urethra next to my hard dick. He had a little stick, white, those who seem to have famous because the little head was covered by the fur. But you could see that super hard stick. I saw q as I stuck my stick and it grew more the little face salivated admiring my cock. That's when I thought about doing something different. I took the initiative and grabbed his white perch. The first thing I did was peel off the skin, leaving the pink rosette of his perch exposed. I'd rub my palm around just the little head of the pike, and he'd breathe a sigh of relief, and he wouldn't take his eyes off my roll, which by then was cracking hard. But the day was white. He held my balls and stroked. I understood the message and with the other hand I held his balls. At the same time I punched his cock, I squeezed his balls, making him sigh so much. All this without taking my eyes always attentive to some movement near the door. Since it was quite early, the station was not moving much. At any moment, someone could come in and break up our little game, so I decided to speed up, and as I stroked his balls with my other hand, I would rub the tip of my finger into the hole in his dick, like I was going to stick my finger in. Obviously, the finger is much bigger than the whitish part of the pee. By that time he was delirious with tension. I took my hand from his ball and was punching with one hand, and with the other I rubbed the white boy from the head of his dick. I accelerated the rhythm of the punch and spoke softly in his ear " enjoy ! " " Enjoy for your macho! " " Good fun " .... at that time the white boy began to tremble all over, moaning well. softly .... I felt his cock hardening even more giving signs that he was about to time. I accelerated the pace of the punch and he enjoyed... that first jet of big, thick bee fuck, followed by another four or five jets of big beef. I could tell there was a time when nerds weren't having fun. My task had been accomplished, I had given pleasure to the little white dude, and at the same time he was Jewish, because it was obvious that he wanted to suck my cock, but not letting him suck was part of my plan to provoke the little girl. I went to the sink, washed my hand that was smeared with the spilt milk and he sat recovering in the urinal. All of this lasted approximately 5 to 7 min .... and , I will emphasize again, as it was very slow the station was with very little movement. Although , who knows the station CPTM USP East knows that it usually does not have much movement. So I got out of the bathroom and quietly went to work. Today, 09/02/2024, I went to that factory again. Of course I went to the bathroom. But that's for another story. My contact e-mail
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