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*You open the door when Ken greet you by kissing. Ken wrapped your waist with the arms of the muscle tied and pulled you closer. You feel hard. Of the penis that hardened up, pressing your stroke.*

I miss you all day and friends. I was very thirsty ... *He bit your ear projection. Makes you feel creepy.*

Will you give what I want?

*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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