Chapter 16

Pleasure is found as I shoot my wad on his face. I glaze his right cheek and temple, buck everything I have saved up in my balls for him to wear, and heavily pant.

Following my explosion, he rises to my face, and demands, “Lick it off me, Nino.”

I do as he instructs, take the bittersweet goo into my system, and lick and lap every last drop of it away from his skin.

Once my feeding is accomplished, the mechanic sits back and demands, “Blow me, Nino. I want to cream on your face.”

I don’t object. Why would I? I like the boarder far too much not to suck his rod. Within seconds, I find my way between his torso and the tow truck’s steering wheel, lean over his upright and muscled tool, open my mouth, and begin to pleasure him as he has pleasured me. 18