mr clean squatted on the floor. he rested his muscular ass on his thick, strong heels.
he was bare foot, his feet clear of any hair. his shiny, sleek sculp just visible from behind the cleaning cart.
his work shift wasnt over just yet, but he needed to calm himself. he was sweating bullets, oh how he needed to be fucked.
he slides his white cotton pants down, revealing his pink tightey wighetys. he stiffles a moan, looking at his large bulge.
quickly pulling it down, his large, 69 cm penis sprung up, smacking his ripped abs.
he moaned, precum dripping out. he moaned multiple times, licking his plump red lips.
he sprayed some cleaner on his fingers, sliding then over his erect shaft. veiny and hard, it began pulsing at the need to be fucked, real hard.
he took a magic erase marker and unwrapped it from the plastic package. he threw the wrapper on the ground, not caring about cleaning.
he needed to be satisfied. and now.
he quickly put his tanned knees onto the cold tiled floor. he shook his ass and stuck it in the cold air. the cold air rushed into his asshole, making him shiver.
he brought the eraser behind him and slammed it into his ass. he screamed in pain. moaning, he slided it out and in, over and over. he erupted into an explosion of moans.
he suddenly came, thick white cum splashing onto his jaw and ripped abs. panting, he removed the object and chucked it.
THE END
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mr cleans adventures (smut oneshots)
General Fictionmr clean is a naughty boy... THSI IS A JOKE DONT COME FOR ME (or is it...)
