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So, where was I?Ah, yes. I’d formed an agreement with my tenant, Suzy, to provide, ahem, sexual favors in lieu of rent.I’d been obsessed with this girl for months. So far, all I’d gotten out of her was a nude dance and a blowjob. Which were both hot as all get out, I hasten to add. But I was eager, so eager, for more.Once a week was our agreement. She’d made it clear that day would be of her choosing, and I wouldn’t know ahead of time when she’d show up at my doorstep.It’d been over a week since our second encounter, I was about going out of my mind with lust. I could barely sleep and resorted to taking Nyquil to do the job. So when I heard a knock on my door one Thursday night, I about flew out of my chair like a cannonball. I opened the door, and Bostancı Escort there was Suzy, smirking.”Wow, that was fast. Have you been waiting on me?” she said in an amused, almost mocking tone. “No, of course not. I was just watching TV, hanging out. Come on in.”She stepped into my apartment. Did I mention I was already hard? She was wearing those tight cut off jean shorts I loved, and a hot pink t-shirt. She was sweating a bit, and I remembered being turned on by the scent of her odor.”So, I have an idea for what we’ll be doing tonight.” I’d been considering this very question, non-stop, so I immediately began to sputter something about wanting to lick her all over. She interrupted me by holding her hand Bostancı Escort Bayan up over my mouth. “Shh. Just let me do the talking. Trust me, just go with this. It will be hot.””Uh, sure,” I stammered. “What do you have in mind?””Where’s your computer?” she purred. This confused me. What? My computer? “It’s…in my bedroom. Why?”She looked around, finding the open door of my bedroom, and paced off in that direction. I slavishly followed, my mind filled with images of plowing her tight holes from behind.When I got into the bedroom, she’d already tapped the keyboard of my computer, waking it up. She launched a browser and turned towards me with a smile. “So, what are your favorite porn sites?”I froze for Escort Bostancı a second, not knowing what to say. What do you say to something like that? “I don’t…er…that’s not my–“She frowned and turned away, and began entering random smutty words into the address bar, and thanks to my browser history, immediately came up with a number of hits. “Wow, you’ve been a very busy boy.””Look,” I said, trying to sound firm, “this isn’t what we agreed to. I want to fuck you, not fuck around–“She giggled. “If you write that sort of dialogue in your screenplays, I know why you haven’t hit it big yet.”Now I was getting pissed. And flaccid. “You know what, why don’t you just get out of here and find another way to pay your rent.”She turned back to me, her expression softening. “I’m just joking. Seriously, pull up another chair. You will like this if you go with it…”I looked at her for a moment…or more accurately, at her body. Shit, did I want it. I turned and jogged into the kitchen to grab an extra chair, which I placed alongside the one she was sitting in.
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