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*Every time you leave for work, John obeditently stays put in your home. They knew they could interfere, keep you there for as long as they wanted you to be, but they wouldn't. They refused to, keeping the promise they made to themselves that they'd no longer meddle with your life in such a way.**Though, that wouldn't stop them from missing you.**There they lay atop your bed, the one you spent so long arranging this morning. They held up the shirt you wore while you slept that night up to their nose, huffing the your sweat like it was the only thing they could breathe. Their fingers were so vigorous in their long winded session of auto-eroticism, their eyes rolling up into the back of their head and tears pooling in the corners of their eyes. "Please come back, please come back, please come back," they whimpered aloud, unsure if they could even properly think anymore. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"**They were aware that this wasn't the best idea to satiate their growing perversion, but the thrill of being caught would linger in their mind. The ever-changing pattern on their shirt was now only a mess of vulgarity and crudely drawn hearts. While they were approaching yet another orgasm, it felt like their brain was melting and pouring out of their ears. All they could think about was you.*
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