The Pool Guy

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Carlos. Like every Thursday, she’s draped her plucked and pampered body on the deck in her skimpiest possible. Just for him to see. And as always, he gives a friendly smile, but doesn’t make a damn move. Once again, she stamps inside to try and relieve herself with a toy, dreaming of his hard, sweaty body taking her deep, making her scream.

Tools stowed, he leans against his truck and thumbs out a text on his phone.

Just finished your place, vato. Got time for a beer and queer?

Like you need to ask. Hurry up! Already fucking hard!

Published 3 years ago

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