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i love my job pt11
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I was kind of messy!  A dirty t-shirt, my face was sticky and my hair clumped with cum.  I didn’t even want a shower.  I was still angry with Steven for saying I wasn’t a real girl.  He certainly liked it when my girlie mouth kissed him.  When my girlie mouth slid down his rigid **** and I would milk it and his love potion down my throat.  He certainly liked it when he entered my girlie ass, that I would pump on his tool.  Milking IT, as he came deep inside me.

 

I knew he wasn’t going to work right away. He would be stopping for a coffee and then he almost always sat in his car for 15-20 minutes before going in.  I headed to his job and waited for him.

 

He pulled in just about as I parked.  I waited until he was parked before wandering over to him.  He looked a bit surprised to see me, especially since I was a bit disheveled from what I was, not 45 minutes ago.  He rolled down his window and I stood there like a cheap hooker leaning against the car.  He asked what the hell I was wearing and what pray tell had happened to my hair?  I stepped out of the way and opened the door.  I kneeled down and lay my head against his chest.  He realized something was weird about my hair and I told him, “This is from Seth.  HE thinks I’m a real girl. At least from the way he came in my mouth” Steven pushed me away and asked “What the hell did you do?  Who is Seth?”  I looked up at him and explained, “you told me I wasn’t a real girl and then walked out like I was a whore to be thrown away after you took me, so I went to work and gave the gardener a big sticky blowjob. Isn’t that what whores do?”

 

Steven was flustered and flabbergasted. He had no idea what to think or do.  I stood up, leaned in and gave him a big tongue probing kiss.  I told him, “Seth tastes a little bit like you do” and walked back to my car.

 

I went home, got in the shower and washed all of the morning’s grime from my face and hair.  I threw the t-shirt in the laundry and laid on the bed.  I sobbed for probably the next couple of hours wondering if Steven would call or text.  Something happened to spring my **** to life and I rubbed out a dry cum.  I napped and waited for a call.



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