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Chapter 22 by WillStakes WillStakes

More fun with Mr. Crassle or rush off to Mr. Wood? Or...?

Worship Mr. Crassle

You crawl between his legs and take the stiff rod in your mouth again, slowly and softly, trying not to wake him up just yet.

After about 5 minutes you pick up the pace, taking him farther down you throat with every minute.

"That's what a man should wake up to every morning" you had been so focused on making out his cock and balls that you hadn't even noticed his was awake.

You extract his rod from your hungry mouth long enough to ask "Does your Plastic Wife not do it?"

"Hell no, been a while since I got head from that cunt"

"This is how I'd wake you up every day, and how I'd welcome you home every day, she doesn't realize what she's missing out on" You go back to working his cock, he seems pleased that your so focused pleasing him.

He grabs his phone and starts texting, after 4 or 5 texts he puts his phone down and puts his hands behind his head and just lays there enjoying getting serviced by his new plaything.

Who was he texting?

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