"My name's Beattie and this is my friend Robyn," I lied, to the yesterday man in the crumpled suit. My fingers stroked his crotch, as his car skated the wet streets like a speedboat. Parked by the river, I bent to suck his cock almost gagging on the thick veined shaft. Then, as I spat his final load into a puddle, my girlfriend leaned forward to draw her blade across his throat.
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