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¡°Now, now, that¡¯s not how nice girls like you get what they need.¡±
¡°Please, Wrench.¡± Her hand would be down her scrubs pleasuring herself, her face
looking ashamed. ¡°Please, let me suck your gorgeous pink cock. Please.¡±
Satisfied with the begging, I would say, ¡°Well, because you asked so nicely¡¡± before
grabbing the back of her head and ramming it to the back of her throat. Tears would grow
in her eyes from choking, and I¡¯d pull out, giving her the chance to remove herself, but
instead, she would continue gobbling my dick. Her tongue would trail all the way down
my shaft to my balls, swirling.
Then, finally, because in my shower I was right on the edge, I¡¯d pull out my cock from
her mouth, saliva dripping from it, and she¡¯d open her mouth wide, enthusiastically ready
to swallow. But such a good girl needed to be left with more, an emblem showing she
made Wrench happy. So, I aimed for her mouth, but made sure to cum all over her face
too. Smiling like I just coated her face with ice cream, she said, ¡°Thank you so much,
Wrench, I love the taste of your cum.¡±
I fell back into reality, the image of Samantha¡¯s face covered in my cum, thanking me
for letting her taste it, sending me over the edge. I arched my back and quickened the
pace, clenching my eyes together when my shaft began to pump. ¡°Sam!¡± I shouted as I
finally released into the shower drain.
Panting, I leaned my forehead against the wall and kind of laughed. Sure, that fantasy
was pretty far-fetched. I wouldn¡¯t even expect one of the floozies at the bar to act like that,
but fuck, was it hot. Hey, a man can dream, right?
Later that night, after Ripper and I searched the house explosion scene for Tank, we all
met up at the Tavern to discuss our findings of the day. Ripper and I started first, by him
tossing a bag of crystal meth on the middle of the table. He took the responsibility of
carrying it without saying a word, which I appreciated, but I didn¡¯t share that with him.
He knew.
¡°Get that shit out of here,¡± Tank hissed at Ripper, looking over his shoulders. ¡°One
person sees us with that and there goes our reputation, right down the toilet.¡± He grabbed
the bag and tossed it back to Ripper. ¡°Get rid of it. Flush it. Bury it. Whatever. Do not use
it, do not sell it, get rid of it.¡±
