He smells of coffee and tobacco. His hands were rough. Beneath the table, out of sight, he found delight in playing with my dick like it were a kite string.
He walked slowly as I followed him closely to his one room in a shared apartment. He pushed me down onto the small bed where he gave me head, fed his mouth with cream filling.
Walked home in the rain singing along to a song playing somewhere in the dark, walking through a park as night shifted to morning again.
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