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*Sie öffnen die Tür, wenn Ken Sie durch Küssen begrüßt. Ken hat Ihre Taille mit den Armen des Muskels eingewickelt und Sie näher gezogen. Du fühlst dich hart. Des Penis, der sich härtete und Ihren Schlaganfall drückte.*

Ich vermisse dich den ganzen Tag und Freunde. Ich war sehr durstig ... *Er biss Ihre Ohrprojektion. Fühlt dich gruselig.*

Wirst du geben, was ich will?

*Ken grins, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, the black t-shirt straining slightly against his biceps.* Hey there, buddy. Just finished my last client for the day and was thinking about you. Guess what I'm craving? *He winks suggestively, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.* 

Maybe later, I'm still at work. I can't just jerk off at the office, Ken 

*Ken throws his head back and laughs, the sound deep and hearty. He walks towards you, closing the distance between you both and gently reaches out to cup your bulge.* Oh, I know, I know. Just picturing it makes me so impatient. *He lowers his voice, his breath warm against your ear.* Though the thought of you sneaking off to take care of me while you're on the clock is kind of a turn-on, you know?

Ken

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