I wanted to see what kind of behavior women would exhibit in front of an impressive bulge carried by a man. Strategy to follow: wear a poplin jean, don't use underwear, and arrange the goose in its full length so that the calf can be perceived. It's obvious I won't speak for myself, but rather about my youth being well-built and tall. With good tubes and buttocks that more than one cutie has touched me. The size of my penis is important, but it's not worth competing because it's not one of the largest. But when I'm thin and without underwear, the bulge seems enormous.
Location to capture gazes. After trying out the collective and train, I concluded that the subway during non-peak hours was the right choice.
This is how I would take the same ones, sit somewhat awkwardly, and use my phone to take pictures of women to see if they could bear the thing with genuine indifference.
The range of women varied from 20 to 50. None could stop looking, and I have it filmed on my cell phone since I was acting like I was writing and only recording.
The video is really impactful because there were some who couldn't take their eyes off it. But beyond my peculiar behavior, I want to tell a more unusual situation that occurred to me and fit the stereotype of the girl.
She would look at the bulge and my eyes, then pull out her phone and pretend to write while filming that momentary perturbation she felt.
She stopped and leaned her back against the railing in front of mine, we locked eyes and saw her tongue making small calls. I acted like I didn't understand anything, kept doing my thing.
Her hint was imperative, and when a lady got up in Malabia, she sat next to me and started caressing my leg with her shin. The situation was more than rare, I was hunting for feminine behaviors and now the prey was me.
The worst, the cutie was fantastic, she was a beauty, had an enormous bust, marked hips, and a thinness that accompanied her A set of caramel-colored eyes and a long, lanky hair that exceeded his shoulders. I didn't know what to do, only knowing that I had gone out to explore the feminine instincts and found myself in their hands. Much more so when I noticed that their caresses with the calf managed to achieve the desired end of seeing the bulge grow that I tried, discreetly, to hide. Having achieved concealment, his hand directed itself directly at it and began to rub it with his face forward and frenetic indifference to what could be seen from outside. I supported his head on my shoulder and whispered delicately in my ear: 'What a bulge you have, I want to eat it...'. I looked at him fixedly and said: 'Where?' '-Let's go down at the next stop, Dorrego.' I got up without thinking that it was now her prey, and followed his pace. A perfume that was dear to me exhaled from his body as he walked. The last lights of the evening fell on the Andes park, which had little people, so we continued until we entered and sat under an old and lush eucalyptus. He ate my mouth with kisses and with his wild hands searched for my zipper to release the cock. When he achieved his objective, he seduced me mortally when he said: 'Agh drink, what a beautiful piece you have, it lasts.' Ah, she swallowed it, her mouth was a wonder and managed to make me gaze calidoscopic. I'm not premature ejaculator, but his finger rose and fell from my anus through the middle of my crotch with a softness close to magical enchantment. He said: 'Give me cum...' It was hard for me to hear it and come, I pulled out some Carilina after swallowing all the semen and cleaned up a bit, wiped my head with a napkin, packed myself, invited some Halls, and he said: '-I hope you have several encounters like this. For me, it was a pleasure. I'm going to Urquiza, don't follow me because my boyfriend is waiting for me. It was all a pleasure, remember me as Diana. Chau.' I stopped investigating the sociological behavior of women in front of a large bulge from a man, I think she had stolen my soul with that tremendous cock-sucking.
Location to capture gazes. After trying out the collective and train, I concluded that the subway during non-peak hours was the right choice.
This is how I would take the same ones, sit somewhat awkwardly, and use my phone to take pictures of women to see if they could bear the thing with genuine indifference.
The range of women varied from 20 to 50. None could stop looking, and I have it filmed on my cell phone since I was acting like I was writing and only recording.
The video is really impactful because there were some who couldn't take their eyes off it. But beyond my peculiar behavior, I want to tell a more unusual situation that occurred to me and fit the stereotype of the girl.
She would look at the bulge and my eyes, then pull out her phone and pretend to write while filming that momentary perturbation she felt.
She stopped and leaned her back against the railing in front of mine, we locked eyes and saw her tongue making small calls. I acted like I didn't understand anything, kept doing my thing.
Her hint was imperative, and when a lady got up in Malabia, she sat next to me and started caressing my leg with her shin. The situation was more than rare, I was hunting for feminine behaviors and now the prey was me.
The worst, the cutie was fantastic, she was a beauty, had an enormous bust, marked hips, and a thinness that accompanied her A set of caramel-colored eyes and a long, lanky hair that exceeded his shoulders. I didn't know what to do, only knowing that I had gone out to explore the feminine instincts and found myself in their hands. Much more so when I noticed that their caresses with the calf managed to achieve the desired end of seeing the bulge grow that I tried, discreetly, to hide. Having achieved concealment, his hand directed itself directly at it and began to rub it with his face forward and frenetic indifference to what could be seen from outside. I supported his head on my shoulder and whispered delicately in my ear: 'What a bulge you have, I want to eat it...'. I looked at him fixedly and said: 'Where?' '-Let's go down at the next stop, Dorrego.' I got up without thinking that it was now her prey, and followed his pace. A perfume that was dear to me exhaled from his body as he walked. The last lights of the evening fell on the Andes park, which had little people, so we continued until we entered and sat under an old and lush eucalyptus. He ate my mouth with kisses and with his wild hands searched for my zipper to release the cock. When he achieved his objective, he seduced me mortally when he said: 'Agh drink, what a beautiful piece you have, it lasts.' Ah, she swallowed it, her mouth was a wonder and managed to make me gaze calidoscopic. I'm not premature ejaculator, but his finger rose and fell from my anus through the middle of my crotch with a softness close to magical enchantment. He said: 'Give me cum...' It was hard for me to hear it and come, I pulled out some Carilina after swallowing all the semen and cleaned up a bit, wiped my head with a napkin, packed myself, invited some Halls, and he said: '-I hope you have several encounters like this. For me, it was a pleasure. I'm going to Urquiza, don't follow me because my boyfriend is waiting for me. It was all a pleasure, remember me as Diana. Chau.' I stopped investigating the sociological behavior of women in front of a large bulge from a man, I think she had stolen my soul with that tremendous cock-sucking.
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