My mobile is ringing, but the girl who works at Blockbuster – I can't remember her name – is totally naked and her body keeps all the promises it made when she was dressed, so I don't answer it. I ask her to put on the red tights I bought this morning and she smiles, slightly embarrassed, and does so. I tell her to kneel on the bed and she obeys. I pull back and wank looking at her long legs sheathed in nylon. I put my face close to her little arse and start kissing and licking her through the thin layer of fabric. The girl who works at Blockbuster turns her head slightly perplexed when I take the cutter from the desk and pull the tights with two fingers, cutting a slit about seven or eight centimetres long on a level with her cunt. I drop the cutter on the floor, push two fingers into her cunt and turn them clockwise, then I pull on a condom and stick my prick up her and start moving back and forth. She follows my movements with her entire body and I stare at her backside and thighs imprisoned in the nylon tights and finally I come.
I pull out, pull of the condom and look critically at the amount of sperm I've produced.
The girl from Blockbuster hasn't come. She sits on the bed and opens her legs hopefully, but I start getting dressed and tell her I've got an appointment and haven't got time. She quietly puts on her faded jeans and Sisley t-shirt and asks if I intend to call her in the next few days. I say yes and look at my Breil.
"Shit!"
I pull on my python boots and jeans and fasten the gigantic silver buckle in the shape of an eagle on my Roberto Cavalli belt.
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