1. Gotta Fuck This Ass


    Date: 5/25/2017, Categories: Gay, Trans, Author: faggyboi, Source: xHamster

    &#034Hey, Anthony,&#034 the pretty dark-skinned woman said into her iPhone. &#034Hey, baby! What's up,&#034 replied the forty-one year old general practice attorney. &#034I'm so sorry to ask, but I need a big favor.&#034 &#034Sure, sexy! What can I do?&#034 &#034I promised my cousin, Lavell, I'd pick him up from the mechanic. But, I have to work over. Can you give him a ride to his house please?&#034 &#034Yeah. I can handle that. What time?&#034 &#034He's expecting me at 5:30.&#034 &#034Yeah, that'll be cool. Text me the address.&#034 &#034Thanks, handsome!&#034 &#034Anytime, beautiful!&#034 &#034Okay. I gotta get back to work. I'll call you when I get off at nine.&#034 Anthony Kirby picked up the phone in his office and called in his paralegal. Within a minute, his employee showed up. &#034Yes, boss,&#034 lisped the effeminate Colombian man. &#034I have to run an errand for Keisha,&#034 Anthony shared. &#034I need to leave in five. We can't fuck tonight. Can you come in early so I can get that booty?&#034 &#034Yes, sir!&#034 &#034Keep it tight for me.&#034 &#034Si, papi!&#034 Anthony came to a stopping place and packed up his laptop. He walked out of his office and locked the door. He shared a building with eight other lawyers. All of them were solo practitioners. They had a common receptionist, but all of their business interests were separate. He headed to his black 2013 Hyundai Azera. He was dressed in a taupe Pronto Uomo modern fit suit, white button-down shirt, red tie, ... and tan Joseph Abboud plain-toe Oxford shoes. The six-foot-one-inch, one-hundred-eighty-four pound, caramel toned man headed out of the parking lot. He was aided by the sounds of the GPS on his phone. On the drive, he got a call from his ex-wife. Her name was Carole. She was an attractive white woman. They had two k**s together. The reason they divorced three years ago was the fact that Anthony was detached and worked too many hours. She kept the house and had primary custody of the c***dren. The truth was that Anthony was usually in the office late fucking Carole's thick and pretty 19 year old nephew. &#034Hello,&#034 he answered dryly. &#034Hey! I just wanted to know if you're okay with Michaela going on a school trip to ROme,&#034 the divorcee replied. &#034Fine by me. When is it? How much is it gonna cost me?&#034 &#034It's in July. It'll cost us four thousand. Half each.&#034 &#034Yeah. I can do that. When do you need the money.&#034 &#034Next week is fine.&#034 &#034Okay, bye Carole.&#034 Anthony always hung up the phone swiftly on her. He made it to the repair shop. He had never met Keisha's cousin, but his girlfriend had sent over the phone number so he could reach out when he arrived. Anthony placed a call. &#034Hello,&#034 the voice said apprehensively. &#034Hi! This is Anthony. Keisha's friend. Is this Lavell,&#034 the lawyer checked. &#034Yes, it is Lavell. How are you?&#034 &#034I'm good. I'm in the parkig lot in a black Hyundai.&#034 &#034Alrighty then. I'll be ...
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