Skinny drifter impales himself on my cock, whispering filth

In the bustling Feira de Santana, I spot a lean, hungry stranger eyeing me. He's all sinew and bone, his hips swaying with a rhythm that promises sin. I lead him to an alley, his hand already groping my crotch. He's eager, dropping to his knees, his skilled mouth working my cock until I'm rock hard. I turn him around, admiring his tight, hairless ass before pushing my way inside. He gasps, then moans, pushing back against me as I fuck him slow and deep. His voice is a raspy whisper, a non-stop stream of filthy words that make my dick throb.

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