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I had planned to give him a piece of my mind. What better opportunity would I ever have? I made sure all the lights were off and stepped out of the Bronco. I locked the door and went around to the passenger side of the Lincoln. A pretty young woman held the door for me.“Please sit in front, ma’am,” she said. “I’m used to the back seat.”“Becci, you know I’ll make it up to you tonight, honey,” Ernie said.“I know. It’s no problem, Ernie,” the coed said as she slipped into the backseat.I turned to introduce myself.“I know who you are,” Ernie said. “Just like you know who I am. Still, it’s nice to meet you. Out here in our world, we just call you Angel.”“That would be pretentious of me.”“I’m an angel, too,” he laughed. “But you are the Angel of Mercy. I’m somewhat darker.”“I would hardly call your work angelic,” I scoffed.“I’m also called the Angel of Death,” he said calmly. A chill ran down my spine. “You know, there is something interesting about that. Popular iconography paints every. But today, as my phone trills, I smile, look down onto the slivers, sabers and shards of light dancing and sliding around the edges of the ice. I take a sip and jack on my dick, today I’m with one of my regulars—the sixth and newest of my fuck buddies—Japanese, her English name is Rose. My cell phone beeps…they left a message. I jack my Johnson readying myself for my second go at this little Japanese wonder. She comes out of the bathroom and I go rock hard. Her titanic titties are all agleam where she has taken a damp rag and towel to clear them of my load. A few minutes ago, she had been kneeling down before me, her knees on a pillow, giving me a sloppy, slurping, saliva soaked sucking, rocking up and down, back and forth over my member—the fingers of one hand butterfly tickling my balls, the other hand gripping one of my ass cheeks for purchase. At that critical moment I had pulled out of her mouth and begun to whack away at those large lovelies, bunch ’em up baby and she had, the.
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