“Really? Every day for the last 15 years and you’re still not tired of pissing on my tits every time you have to go?” Chelsie asked her coworker.
“What can I say? I’m a creature of habit,” he said and shook the last few drops of piss onto her face.
“But why? I mean, there are younger girls around the office…”
“C'mon, Chels, none of them had a pair of tits that look as good as yours in a wet t-shirt.”
Chelsie blushed, “Well, when you put it that way. Have some more coffee.”
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