As the contractions died down, the cum pumps got closer and closer, landing full on his jaw, then lower lip, upper lip, and the last one fell on the bridge of his nose and ran down his face, the seminal fluid flowing down through the light cheek stubble, paving a slick path for the heavier transluscent lumps to follow. Tamil sex Pal’s clothes were falling to the floor. Staring at his handiwork, Chris stroked, squeezed and caressed himself. The three of us were alone at a turnout when we laid our plans on him. Each smooth glide of the mouth revealed a cock just a little harder than the last stroke until Pal sported an impressive rigid shining dick. Pal continued, we all liked the verbal commentary and Chris couldn’t talk right
