Eric sighed a second time. Xxx She kept touching his shoulder, his arm, even put a hand on his thigh for an awkward amount of time. Dealership girl, eyes and mouth opened wide, was in awe of the magnitude of his sex. “Is your husband home?” he said, embracing his inner asshole. challenging. He should leave before she saw him, become a Tibetan monk, or move to a cabin in the woods, or…
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“Are you OK?” Andrea asked, helping him up. Eric had somewhat of a code. Of course, decisions like this were heavily influenced by his current level of horniness and with a good-looking woman like that, his dick usually chose for him. He should leave before she saw him, become a Tibetan monk, or move to
