—I swear, she wasn't a woman, she was a lioness! He shook his head with a wry smile, almost admiring, before continuing: —As soon as I realized she was looking at me differently, I moved closer, calmly, and I tested it. I just brushed her arm while saying something harmless to her... And then, I saw. She shivered. He fixed his shining eyes on mine, seeking my approval, then continued, feverishly: —She looked at me... straight in the eyes, my friend. And she placed her hand on my chest. Gently, but with something... Something that meant "I want you." He ran a hand over his own chest as if to replay the scene, adopting a falsely detached air: —I said to myself: "Okay, Karim, show her what a real man is." His smile stretched as he shrugged his shoulders in mock modesty. "I kissed her, and believe me... she didn't wait to respond! She was clawing at me, brother, she was pulling me against her, she was biting my lip. It was crazy." He paused, taking a breath as if to relive the intensity of the moment, then, with a hint of pride in his voice, he added, "And I swear, I don't think she'd ever experienced anything like that before." I raised an eyebrow, amused, but he continued without giving me a chance to reply: "She was on fire! She was murmuring things in French, I didn't understand everything, but I knew they weren't prayers." He laughed, shaking his head, before placing a hand on his stomach as if trying to give himself more composure. "And then... I took her the way she wanted me to." With force, but letting her believe she was leading the dance, the class, basically. He puffed out his chest a little more, savoring his own story, then, lowering his voice slightly, added: "I made her scream." A silence fell between us, and Karim let it hang for a moment, satisfied, before giving me a knowing look. "Afterwards, she let herself fall on top of me, completely drained. She was saying things like "my God" and "that was incredible"... and I just thought to myself: "Karim, you're a fucking champion." But he didn't stop there, his smile growing even wider, prouder. "And you know what?" I raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest with amusement. "She didn't let me go." He burst out laughing, shaking his head as if he himself still couldn't believe it, then, full of certainty, he added: "She wanted more... and more!" She was pulling me against her, almost begging me. I couldn't even get away! He leaned back on his stall, puffing out his chest a little more, then continued triumphantly:—But… I followed her, easy. Better yet, I even got ahead of her! He crossed his arms over his chest, as if to better savor the impact of his words, then breathed, “She thought she could tire me out? She didn’t know who she was dealing with!” A flash of raw pride crossed his eyes, those of a man who had just proven to himself, and to the whole world, that he was up to his ambitions. I looked at him in silence for a moment, feigning thoughtfulness, then, with a wry smile, I said, “Well, if she can still walk today, she’s got guts.” Karim burst out laughing, hitting my shoulder with a knowing gesture, visibly thrilled to have been able to share his feat with me. “Shut up! You couldn’t be more right! This woman is a bombshell. I penetrated her everywhere, I flooded her, huh? You know my capabilities, don’t you?” She was meowing, crawling, begging me to do it again... I even went so hard I think I busted her ass, literally. She wasn't bleeding, but she was in serious pain... But she wanted more! Engrossed in his passionate story, she seemed to be reliving every moment with intensity. Then, suddenly, he blurted out, in a breath full of excitement: "Fuck, just talking about it is turning me on terribly." And before I could even react, he looked down, then up at me with a burning gaze, an almost provocative smile on his lips. "Look." He gestured toward his fly, flattening his fingers on either side, and I couldn't help but notice the obvious. His jeans, already tight, seemed about to give way under the tension there, molding seamlessly to the shape of his manhood, betraying the effect that this simple memory had on him. I couldn't help but smile, half amused, half surprised, before saying to him, in a falsely casual tone: "You can't leave her in this state, poor thing." Karim gave a slight laugh, raised an eyebrow, and stared at me for a moment, as if weighing my words, before replying, a bit provocatively, "Do you have a little time?" I held his gaze for a moment before shrugging, feigning indifference. "With you, I have all the time you need." He nodded, satisfied with my answer, then, in a fluid movement, he tapped the handlebars of his motorcycle parked right next to it. "Get in. We'll find a quiet spot." His smile was confident, sure of himself, and I followed him without question, curious to see where this impulse would lead us.The motorcycle barely mounted and the stall a little far away, he stuck to me so much that I could feel his protuberance through my shorts. He was literally rubbing it against me, as if by creeping, increasing his mad desire. Mad desire which led him to suddenly slide his right hand into my shorts that I wore without underwear, to come and knead me, not to say crush my already strongly erect penis. His left hand inserted itself into my shirt from underneath to come and caress my chest and tickle my nipples. He quickly found this little corner known only to him and not frequented. My engine had not yet stopped that he had already gone down to come and kiss me wildly and take my hands by force to guide them to his fly which he frantically opened himself. I plunged my hands there with delight to take his turgid, burning penis, without still having stopped the engine. He was like crazy, devouring my mouth frantically, licking my face, my neck, my ears, while caressing my back, my kidneys, to finally reach my buttocks. "Eat my cock," he shouted at me! I decided to stop the engine anyway, get off the saddle and kneel in front of him. I had the greatest difficulty in pulling down his jeans, which were too tight. As for his underwear, he wasn't wearing any, so it was even simpler. I grabbed his dripping glans and pushed it to the back of my throat. What a delight to feel this piece of flesh so hard and so hot, so throbbing, the veins blue and extremely swollen; He was already moaning, his hands clenched, digging forcefully into my hair. I alternated the rhythm and the amplitude, nibbling from time to time on the frenulum or the hem of his glans.He begged me to go faster, obviously wanting to reach ecstasy because he was too excited by these stimuli... I did nothing. I inserted my fingers into the crack of his firm buttocks, tightened by his forward arch, and slid my finger down to his pucker. While persisting with the suction I was now practicing with my lips, I gradually pushed it in to perform a slow massage of his prostate. I felt him tense up even more, obviously enjoying this variation. I made it last, last... Then seeing that he would no longer hold out, I accelerated both the pace and the amplitude while pushing my finger completely in. He hissed with a hoarse intonation coming from deep within himself, then exploded, while giving a violent thrust and flooding me with a sacred flow of cum that I felt coming in powerful spurts in time with the contractions of his perineum that I perceived perfectly with my finger. He took me by the armpits to get me up, but I persisted in pumping him like crazy, correcting the progressive softening of his penis by the action of my hands which forcibly held his glans in my mouth. Now he was screaming under my action of Aiiiieeee! Aiiiiee! Stop, stop, it burns me! But I persisted knowing the strange sensation that I gave him, a sensation between pain and pleasure. Karim remained motionless for a moment, as if frozen in a wave of emotions and sensations still raw. His breath was short, jerky, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if to regain his senses. Then, in a slow ...

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