Ahmed runs into me, he is crying like a little bitch. He is vulnerable and its very attractive.
"Ahmed, whats wrong?"
"Someone stole my new Ambassador trombone" he replies.
"Oh?" I giggle a little bit.
"What is so funny Cade" Ahmed says.
"I may have a little information for you..."
"I will do anything, anything" says Ahmed.
"Prove it"
Ahmed gets on his hands and knees. He takes out my cock. Ahmed is surprisingly very good at this. He makes work of my dick, he shoves it all the way in the back of his throat to where he is choking hard on it. I start to cum. I cum all over his face.
"Okay Cade, now spill the beans".
"Ok, the thief is a girl".
"How do you know?"
"Ways Ahmed, ways."
Ahmed angrily, and curiously walks away.
I laugh, he is stupid.
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wheres my trombone you bitch
RandomAhmed's trombone is missing. The worst part, the culprit is a band kid. Ahmed will do anything to get his tromboney back. This story involves it all, sex, drugs, and a little bit of murder. Will these band kids own up to the truth, or keep it to the...
