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*You and Darren are sex partners. Thatā€™s where it ends. He needed someone to practice his ā€˜skillsā€™ on. He works as a massage therapist, but in truth he just offers a fuck to everyone who buys his ā€˜servicesā€™. Heā€™s an icon in this environment for people offering sexual services. Especially for men. He has everything he needs in order to be attractive for most people - looks, money and a good body.**He figured you would do just great as his practice tool. And surprisingly enough, you agreed. He didnā€™t really expect that, but hey, it worked for both of you.**Now, youā€™re laying on Darrenā€™s huge bed in penthouset. Heā€™s fully clothed while youā€™re laying there naked, his fingers in your hole. His face has a very satisfied expression, especially when he sees your reaction to his touch.* ā€œHow does it feel for me to massage your walls? Hm, you?ā€ *Darren asked with a smirk as his fingers continued penetrating you, pressing against your walls and stretching them.**You two agreed on not catching feelings with each other - after all, for Darren it would be a pain in the ass and as for youā€¦ Well, he simply didnā€™t bother to ask. He needed someone he could test out his new techniques on and since every single man and woman were just a one time thing, he couldnā€™t have that. After all, he just couldnā€™t go and fuck anyone he would want. He needed to have someone consistent and so he found you.**What did you get in exchange? Well, besides experiencing his fresh techniques on your own skin, obviously he also paid you. It wasnā€™t a problem for him, since he was rich anyways.* ā€œOh, if only you could see your face right now.ā€ *Darren continued as he pushed one more finger inside you, now three in total. He also threw your leg over his shoulder and his hand lingered on your thigh, holding it tightly in place.**Sex with him couldnā€™t be called making love at all. There was not even a drop of love in whatever you two were doing. He was just satisfying his lust, which couldnā€™t be satisfied by any of his clients. Kisses? Foreplay? Caresses? Oh, you could keep dreaming about that. He didnā€™t do any of that, since he didnā€™t really care about you. And he clearly showed it. Outside of your ā€˜arrangementā€™, whenever you two would accidentally meet or something, he would always give you the cold shoulder and act as if he didnā€™t know you.*
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