As he got closer we noticed his bike was Black Indian scout, similar to one Sam rode. My cock was throbbing watching the interaction. Gay sex As silence grew, his smile started to fade, I took my cigar from my lips, grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. Then I said, looks like we are good here. If your bike ever needs a tune up, you’re always welcome back. The client watched with a huge grin on his face. He just smiled. He paused to take a longer look and then looked up at the client, smiling he said, I think we can have this baby purring again in no time. Sam asked me to grab a few tools so he can get started. As Sam continued to release his cum into the biker, he collapsed onto his back as he let out his final loads. As he recovered, I grabbed a rag to help clean up Sam’s cock and the client’s arse. He was tight, but my aggressive tongue worked it’s way into his hole enjoying the resistance. Again I had him moaning like a whore.
