He loves having his weapon professionally serviced and knows that I'm the best provider in town. He always shoots on target and empties his chamber, and I love swallowing every last drop of his ball juice and milking him dry.

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He loves having his weapon professionally serviced and knows that I'm the best provider in town. He always shoots on target and empties his chamber, and I love swallowing every last drop of his ball juice and milking him dry.
this was caretaking by the way. if I don't channel the breakdown into my nasty cutthroat rambling it means someone else takes the spiral. believe me, this is the least destructive spiral
When was the last time you cleaned your water pitcher?
Where I live a water filter pitcher is necessary. It's in my fridge 24/7. If you have one, this is your reminder to scrub it out with warm water and soap or vinegar at least every time you change the filter. Also: change your filter. It's the first of the month, time to hit all your water appliances with citric acid or vinegar. Coffee pot, teapot, kettle, dishwasher...
There's something to be said for having your equipment serviced regularly and this stud knows all about that.
I can tell you his is perfectly calibrated, fully functioning, and shoots on target every time.
Daddy comes in for a coupla hours every Sunday morning to get some work done . . . on his cock, which, like that of all married men, needs regular servicing.
I was more than happy to oblige him, giving him a warm mouth and wet tongue exactly where he needed them, as I drained his system of his thick discharge.
He’s got this neighborhood policing thing down to a fine art. He stops by, gets serviced, and then heads back to work. It’s improved community relations greatly.
Things are backed up on the I95 as well as in his balls. Don’t worry Officer, as soon as you get to my place, things will start flowing again.
He’s on his way over to get some much needed lunchtime relief. He just walked in, unzipped, and made me service him to completion. No small talk, no negotiation, no two-second warning. He just used my mouth to relieve his shift stress, nutting balls deep, while holding my head down, and making me swallow his salty spew.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.