Whipped Cream at the Store

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I?m not one to like public restrooms. I drove truck for many years and was compelled to using rest area?s public facilities. Hence, the reason for not liking them.However, there are times when one does not have a lot of choices. This was the case recently, as I was shopping a major big box store. I went into the public restroom, heading to the stall. Wiping the seat down, dropping bursa escort my jeans and boxers I sat down to take care of business.As I was setting there, I noticed someone standing on the other side of the door. Are they was*peeking in the stall, I thought to myself? No, they are probably just checking to see if it?s empty. However, the feet under the door are not moving. bursa escort bayan They are peeking in the stall. This is when my voyeurism side kicked in.They want a show, then get a load of this. I grabbed my manhood and started to pull on it. Soon it rose to the occasion. Now, I?m not one of those wonder of nature sized guys, but no one has ever labeled me escort bursa puny either. And I have always been proud of what I have and how I use it for the best pleasure.So I found great delight in masturbating for my newfound peeping Tom.Spitting some saliva in my hand, I started pumping hot and heavy on my cock, whipping up a good batch of thick cream for who ever was watching the show. I could hear him breathing a bit harder than normal, and it sounded as he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. My excitement was building.I then put the middle finger of my unoccupied hand in my mouth like I was sucking a tiny thin cock.