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The worst thing about my life revolving around my work is that I’m always fucking hungry. Whether it be my next victim, or food, it’s all the same.
Typical sleazebag thinking he's making me cream in my panties with the temptation. My coochie is as dry as a nun’s, thanks to him.
“I’m gonna get her to call me daddy while she’s bouncing on my dick. Fuck, I bet it would be hot as fuck coming from those lips when she’s breathless. Santos, we gotta make her call us daddy.”
I’ve slurped ramen thicker than him.
He literally said hello and that his name was ‘Santos, Zander’s hot friend’.
Zander’s glaring at his friend like he's crazy, when the actual crazy friend is jumping up and down while laughing.
“Fuck yeah, all bets are off since he’s brought this shit to my house, motherfuckers,” Santos laughs, his eyes darting around between them all as if he needs permission to let loose. Darius glances at Scar Face who grunts, motioning to the door. “Yeah man, it’s your house, go crazy.” Santos lets out a hyena laugh, making pew pew noises as he darts down the hallway, causing Darius to chuckle before following him, glancing over his shoulder to wink at me. “I’ll finish this then get back to finishing you, deal?”
“I don’t want her to go, I like her! She obviously likes me if she’ll kill a guy for me!” Santos continues to argue, draining some of my willpower.
“She’s pissed,” Darius echoes my thoughts and grabs his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, I really like her pissed.” “Same,” Santos pipes up behind me. “Baby, we really like you pissed.” She rolls her eyes but I see a ghost of a smile hover around her lips.
she interrupts my gawking and looks down at my cock, then back up to my face. “Look who’s bigger than Daddy.” That should turn me off, right? I shouldn’t be harder because of it and I shouldn’t be basking in praise that implies she’s fucking my father.
“After I fuck you,” his hand curls around my chin painfully. “You no longer fuck my father.” “Are you asking me to quit my job?” I smirk. “What?” “I’m a prostitute.” I roll my eyes, “and Daddy is a good client.”
“He let my future wife get away.” Santos sinks to the bed, “I had visions of Bonnie and Clyde.” “Will you shut up?” I snap at him.
It’s fucking turning me on that he’s sucking and licking his friend’s cum from inside of me, and I feel myself coiling tighter again.
