Marathon Man

 I've been fucking the guy who owns the corner Marathon for a couple years. He's reliable for when I need a fix.  Never has turned me away.   He likes to be in control. Demanding but not demeaning. 

He has a small but rather nice apartment set up in the back corner of his stock area.  Sometimes we fuck there but often right out in the store or behind the counter.  I have even sucked him off standing between my car and and the gas pump. 

Sometimes I just go back to his living area and strip. Wait.  He comes between customers and makes me cum then goes right back to work. Wham Bam.   Always gives me a quick spank on his way back out. 



Love
Sandoa

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