Beautiful Disaster
Maybe the girl wouldn't have let him either, judging by her high-pitched banshee screams as she pushed back on his dick.
Austin crossed the room, took one look at the distressed brown leather Chesterfield in front of the window, and shuddered in disgust, wondering what other shit had gone on on that sofa.
He pointed at his Rolex, silently telling Amos to wrap this shit up; he had a wife and daughter to return to.
A few quick pumps later, the girl sucked Amos off, pulled down her skirt, and stumbled out of the room.
Amos shoved his dick in his pants, buttoned up his shirt, and sat behind his desk as he tied his long, stringy black hair in its usual ponytail.
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