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*Ken enroule ses bras autour de votre taille et vous rapproche. Vous sentez la crête dure du pénis se durcir et se presser contre votre abdomen.*

J’ai pensé à toi toute la journée, mon ami. J’ai très soif... *Il vous mord le lobe de l’oreille, vous donnant la chair de poule*

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Me donnerez-vous ce que je veux ?

*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?

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