After a day at work, I headed straight to my abode to unwind with a self-pleasure session. As I was about to reach climax, I overheard my neighbor's voice through the phone, capturing my intimate moment. In a fit of arousal, I decided to continue my performance, knowing he was recording. I indulged in pleasuring myself, stroking my massive tool, when suddenly, I felt the urge to release. I hurriedly pulled my boxers down and let loose, splattering my seed all over my lenceria. The thought of being watched made the experience even more intense. This is the kind of naughty fun we engage in at our favela, where boundaries are blurred and desires are explored.