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Now turn the page and read your hockey smut. Show me how beautifully you listen.
HELP
That’s three months of celibacy because my dick refuses to get hard for anyone else.
I don’t want to want my assistant. I certainly don’t want to become another cliched old man with a hard on for his young secretary. But here we are.
When I was her age, she was a baby. A literal baby.
Alright we got it !dont give me the ick
“Nothing is impossible if you want it bad enough.” Well, fuck me. Don’t I know it.
“Baby, when I cross the line with you, you’re damn sure going to know it.”
“I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m Winston Wells. And you are?” “Annoyed.”
“She’s welcome to call me Daddy, although it’s not a requirement.” “It’s not a requirement for what?” Tessa chuckles, and the poor guy genuinely looks confused. I lean forward, angling away from Tessa, and whisper, “For when I’m between her legs eating her pussy and destroying her for little boys like you.”
“Do you want to sit down at this table and wait for dessert? Or do you want to come home with me and let me eat you for dessert?”
Remember when I said his erections will be the death of me? I was right. He’s going to kill me with that anaconda in his pants. And I’m going to die with a smile on my face. No regerts. Not even one letter.
No smooth-faced boy will ever do it for me again. Once you go stubble, nothing else is worth the trouble.
“Do you like knowing they can look up at any moment and see you? Do you want them to know I’m fucking you? That you’re mine?”
“Twas the night before Christmas, and I fucked my assistant in my house. My dick is no longer stirring… I’ve got nothing that rhymes with house and mouse doesn’t sound right.”
NOW THIS IS CRAZY
I’ve never been one for exhibition, but if it makes Tessa come harder than a freight train on my cock, then I’m in.
