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Blue Evening Sugar
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>Well not to spoil the mood, do you personally know who Moira Elgin the dust forensic specialist who works for Delaney is?
Thinking about her will definitely spoil the mood, so I'm just gonna push that thought back to sometime tomorrow when I don't have a horny boyfriend nearby to tease.
>Or is that what you mean, and why you're with Mike, now? Things went wrong, and the only thing you could do was feign a relationship with him to have protection against ... whatever (or, I suppose, you got saved and needed a cover story).
Right, being with Mike is my cover story to ward off suspicion that I was the one looting ruins for his clients.
>Mind telling us a bit more about the job, though? What you found, what went wrong, that sort of thing? After all, we're as good as you are at keeping secrets.
I broke into the Taunton ruins and took some old-ass dust samples. I don't know what they are and it's not my business to know. I guess the place was bugged or under some kind of surveillance since on my way out some goons were chasing after me. The client said the goons worked for their rival and I've gotta wait for their all-clear signal before I can go back to business as usual. Not that I really want things to go back to normal anymore.
>Out of curiosity, are you able to turn invisible?
No, are you?
>Hey, seen any gigantic smoke monsters lately?
Not lately. There's some weird shit lurking in the ruins below, but the Itch does a pretty good job of keeping it under control.
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"Oh, no, I'm doing more than just trying. But hold on a sec, I'm lookin' for something," I tease, slipping a hand between his legs and cupping his fat nuts. I give them an assertive squeeze -- but not too assertive, they're delicate after all. "Hmm, nope, that's not it..."
He responds with a cute little grunt, almost a whine, trying to hide his arousal. He gets so vulnerable and needy when I start taking liberties.
I move on to the main attraction, wrapping my fingers around it firmly. "Ah, here it is~" I feign surprise, playfully squishing the head between my thumb and forefinger.
Mike doesn't say anything, still trying to play it cool, but his dick doesn't lie -- it throbs needily in my hand, well on its way to growing rock hard.
"Well now, let's see what we're working with here..." I maneuver his increasingly-stiff member through the front hole of his boxers, eliciting another grunt-whine from him.
"Siobhan... what if someone --" he starts to protest.
"What if someone sees?" I finish the question for him, petting his exposed length with my fingertips. "I hope they see! It's such a beautiful sight. Remember the compliments it got when I threw those shots up on holo?"
He doesn't reply, but the sudden twitch of his rod is all the confirmation I need. He loves this kind of treatment even more than he hates it. "Granted, they couldn't see your face. I wonder if they'd recognize you from that ad you did." I imitate the silly jingle from the ad, waving his dong around like a conductor's baton. "If you want a big cock, you'll wanna choose Delaney!"
"Fuck you," he laughs. "You know I hate that stupid commercial."
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