New Job
Dead on three minutes and Ryan shot ropes of his spunk over the room some landing on my leg....
"Thanks a lot you dirty fucker, I'll have to change these now, good job we work at a tights factory" I scolded
I got myself a fresh pair of black tights out of one of the packing boxes, took off my soiled pair and threw them to Ryan.
"You can have these, no doubt you'll be sniffing the crotch and pulling on your penis when I'm gone" I giggled
I put my new tights on and gave him his last view of my gash as I pulled the waistline over my hips.
I left Ryan in the foreman's office with a semi-hardon fondling the crotch panel of my worn tights
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