Continuation of my late afternoon in Karim's garage: I enjoyed like crazy. Him too. A large amount of wet flowed on my leg and during the sodomy, I ejaculated a little in my underwear which was still on my ankles. I have both hands against the wall. Karim is still in me. I felt that he ejaculated heavily in my rectum. He almost collapses on me from exhaustion and his wet forehead comes, a few tens of seconds to lean on my neck. He embraces me with his arms very tenderly."Thank you baby," he whispered to me.He retired and there, disaster: waves of sperm flow down my leg, my underwear and my jeans. I have plenty on the puck which is completely exploded, for my greatest pleasure. I turn around to try to retrieve my bag and especially the wipes. In the heat of the moment, we didn't realize that we heard no more talking outside.Always with the lighting of the torches of our phones, with my poor little wipes, with Karim, we try to clean ourselves to get dressed. I start to rub my pants well so as not to leave traces of semen on the seat of Karim's car, but he comes back against me to kiss me. I let myself go without suspecting for a single moment that he was going to become hard again and want to put the cover back!It's nice, he kisses me and then starts to caress me again. I tell myself that he wants me to jerk off to cum too, which I do. But his hands are moving all over my body again, under the clothes. I had not touched his cock but quickly understood that he wanted again despite the huge amount of cum he had spat inside ... especially when he started to finger me again and his rod came lean hard against my thigh.The session therefore resumes a bit like at the very beginning: very sensual and Karim always so enterprising. He files me again, but my rectum is full of juice and I'm completely dilated. The sensations are less strong. He then withdraws, grabs me by the neck, puts his arm behind my neck, sticks his head to mine and invites me without a word to masturbate against each other by kissing us.I masturbate against him, in his garage, in the dark, jeans still on my ankles. It's pretty cool. But I realize in view of the speed of masturbation of my handsome delivery man, that he will enjoy well before me. I pull away a little.Karim stops his handjob, looks at me and asks me if it's okay. I tell him yes, but pull up my pants (it is especially there that I felt the semen become quite cold), then I close my jeans."You're sure it's okay baby," he asks me softly.I do not answer but put myself completely topless in a few movements, I throw my clothes on the ground in a surge of excitement and whisper in his ear: "flood my mouth"."I don't understand…" He answers (as often enough because of his rudimentary French) with his magnificent smile. The innocence of this "I do not understand" makes me want to laugh as always, but his big cock in hand reminds me of reason."Cum on my face" I tell him. His eyes widen. I kneel down in front of him and with gestures makes him understand that I want it all over the face and chest… And it didn't take long… I got used to the da ...

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