Brazilian Farmhand Milks Himself in the Cornfield

In the heart of the quintal, Me Rola's hands, stained with earth and sweat, wrap around his throbbing cock. The punheta, a private ritual, is performed with expert precision, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. The midday sun beats down, a stark contrast to the cool shade of the corn stalks. Me Rola's mind wanders, conjuring images of the farm's luscious curves, her full lips parted in surprise, or pleasure, as she finds him pleasuring himself. His strokes quicken, his breath ragged, until with a final, shuddering groan, he releases his load, painting the earth with his essence, a secret tribute to his forbidden fantasies.

• punheta
• quintal

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