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"Did he cum?" I inspected the floor and my gloved hand and saw nothing. Erin there?" I asked slowly. "Sure, ask her out," I said calmly. He continued wetting her asshole until, once again, his lungs began screaming for air. She sounded nervous, too. Lazy Boy I held my breath as he touched me for the first time. No response. "Ryan," he said, extending a hand. gay models
. "No, Sir, I was just dropping Erin off," I replied. Just go slow". Lazy Boy But it was too late. He enjoyed that part, I suppose. We were silent for a few minutes. This booth, with no holes, was a dead end. I placed my notes, my money, my lube, my glove, my napkins (ah the ritual of visiting booths) all upon the monitor. Lazy Boy "Fuck you Stace! You know what, I think you'd better go".
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