B: I need to get my work done. Damn that bitch is good. XXX L: Bored. “Need a tissue?” Bobby asks Johnie, sounding like he didn’t care. I feel so bad for him. What’s so hard to understand about that, Bobby,” Johnie pleads. B: I need to get my work done. His cock isn’t thick. I smirk. She lets out a low moan and grabs her tits, giving them a tight squeeze. Couldn’t be! B: I can do it myself. All I can see is red at this point. The stench of fresh sex was in the air. “You know you’re the only one that can get me going,” the other voice pleads into the dimly lit room, only illuminated by the ray of sunlight.
