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Story: Gabbie - Part 2
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The day started unpleasent, as most of my days. It was scorching and the heat seemed to make everyone lose their temper even sooner than usual. After a night of relentless wanking, I feel asleep on my sofa last night. I overslept and only came to when my furious boss called, barking orders to check a kitchen sink leak in one of the apartments right across mine, 46c. I didn't bother changing my clothes. Most of my "clients" weren't exactly paragons of personal hygiene themselves and I was in a hurry.
46c had been vacant for a while and for good reason. It was right above the garbage bins for the whole block, which also served as an open air toilet. The built-in kitchen had already been out-of-date when it was installed 20 years ago. The claustrophia-inducing no-window bathroom's ventilation had been out of whack for ages, producing a constant clanking sound that rattled on long after you turned off the lights. The windows were big and didn't really fit their frames, which made the place cold in winter and unbearably hot in the summer.
Honestly, I was surprised that someone was desperate enough to rent the place. But who am I to talk.
When I knocked on the door, I instantly regretted wearing the clothes that doubled as my wank costume last night. I was suddenly very worried about cum outlines still showing on my sweatpants and tried tugging my grubby shirt over my groin. Of course she noticed. And I stood there like an idiot, staring at her.
She was young, 20 at most. Her dark blond hair was put up in a messy bun, some loose strands framing a cute, freckled face. Her cheap, ragged t-shirt with the bleached minnie mouse print did its best not to burst under the pressure of two massive tits. Her nipples were poking right through minnie's ears and two small sweat patches started to spread out from under her boobs. Her grey cotton briefs seemed at least a size too small for her and were almost completely covered by her shirt. While I let my eyes wander down her legs, I noticed that her knees were bruised.
While I was wondering about her knees, it hit me that in my sleepy post-wank-marathon stupor, I was ogling her like some braindead perv. I mean, I am, but I really didn't want her to know. So I quickly forced myself to look at her face (you know, like a non-pervy sane person) and mumbled something about a kitchen sink. She looked up at me from my crotch and just stared at me with a blank expression. Some very unpleasant seconds passed and I explained again why I was there. Her face lit up, as she finally seemed to understand.
"Ah yes, kitchen. Drippy drippy. Please, come."
She waved me inside and headed to the kitchen. I followed her at what I thought was a respectful distance. In the kitchen, while she opened the door to the cabinet under the sink and bent down to rummage through cleaning utensils, her shirt revealed a tiny little ass that sat atop a thigh gap big enough to run a train through it. Little spots of sweat formed an irregular dotted line along her cunt.
"I really, really should have changed into my heavy work pants" i think as I desperately try to rearrange my cock to hide my raging boner.
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Posted on : Feb 21, 2026
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Commented on Feb 21, 2026
geht die story auch weiter?
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