The waitress went to an abandoned building so a client could give her a good throat fuck

It's quiet, there's no one around, it's clean.

How is that possible?

It's almost completely sterile.

I wonder what these buildings used to be used for.

Finally, I can calm down a little.

And just enjoy myself.

It's kind of exciting.

Touching yourself in some abandoned building.

I never thought I could do something like this.

Did I ever wonder

Would I ever think of that?

Or is this another practice?

No, no.

Io can't see me here.

It's my conscious decision.

Touching myself in an abandoned building,

with an open door that could get in at any moment.

Now it's too late to change anything.

You have to enjoy the moment.

What? What's going on?

What's she doing?

Women do that?

Is that woman doing this right in front of me?

Right now?

If the magazines still existed, I'd write about it in one of them.

But I can still brag to the guys.

Stop. No, no.

Then I won't have this place just for me.

It'll get too crowded.

So...

Now is not the time to think about it.

I see a woman touching herself.

What am I doing?

Where's my dick?

I can't just let this moment go by.

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