"Fifty, right?" Socyal asks, eyes locked on Talisson's bulge. Talisson nods, pulling out his stiff, veiny cock. Socyal's eyes widen, but he doesn't hesitate, dropping to his knees and hungrily swallowing Talisson's length. The street echoes with wet, sloppy sounds as Socyal works Talisson's cock, his head bobbing eagerly. Talisson grips Socyal's hair, guiding his mouth, fucking it roughly. "You like that, coroa?" he grunts. Socyal moans, taking it all, until Talisson's body tenses, and he floods Socyal's mouth with hot, thick cum. Socyal swallows, licking his lips, and stands, tucking the fifty-real note into his pocket with a satisfied smile.