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I opened the door, zipper still down and took the beers to a smile on the delivery guys face who had looked down and saw my head peaking out, signed t...e slip giving him a 5 euro tip and a return "knowing" smile. I turned to Andy as he looked out the window to see who the delivery person was and told him after I leave here, that's the guy who he could get his next blow job from for sure, he said was I sure and I said by how he looked at my cock and smiled absolutely, I almost invited him in!. “I can do that.”“We’ll see,” I answered. “I will pay you a decent wage—I’ll ask Lars what that is these days—teach you what I know, sponsor you for your license, and help you defend your thesis before Lars. I won’t do your work for you, give you advances on your salary, or listen to stories about your broken heart when some guy dumps you.”“What makes you think I’m the one who gets dumped,” she asked repositioning herself provocatively in the chair. I pretended not to notice.“There’s a catch,” I. You ought to be locked up!”They all looked pretty shocked at that, except Lettie.“Oooh yeah!!” Lettie was laughing at me, “just because YOU’RE still a virgin you think everyone else ought to be!”That was so unfair! “That’s it!” I stormed at them all, as they were starting to gather round me. I suddenly felt it was time to clear out. With Lettie, she doesn’t back down like other people even when she’s completely in the wrong. But I’d teach her!“Just you wait!!” I flung at her.I turned and. I saw some of her girl-cum shoot up into Becky's face as she laid there motionless for a minute. The sounds of panting and several slight moans were all that could be heard. Several minutes went by before I pulled out of Becky. Before I could move, Lauren grabbed my cock and sucked it clean. When she let me go, I laid down on the bed which was now covered in the combined nastiness of our sweat, cum and a little spot of blood from Lauren's ruptured hymen. The girls cuddled up to me and we.

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