Jeff turned, pulled his jeans up, and walked along the alleyway slowly. As he did this, he pulled his knob rhythmically, slowly driving himself to the edge of sexual desire and wanton lust. He smiled at her and ran his hand up and down the seam of his jeans, as if to display the prize within. His hands clung to her tits, blood stained and warm. My name's Jeff", he said, putting out his hand.
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