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All characters are of mature age.
Story may be a bit long.
Peter is an accountant and owns a farm, he has a partner named Harley. Peter is 42 years old, but he has a very fit and hairy body, his head is shaved and his sexy look radiates because his handsome face is covered with a thick beard, he has a big two-story house with a big farm next to it.
Peter did his job right, meeting his business associates and drinking beer afterwards. He went home with a dizzy head, probably because too much beer in his stomach caused nausea and dizziness.
"My head is very dizzy," Peter said as he unbuckled his belt.
"Do you need help, sir?" the Uber taxi driver asked.
"No need, thank you," Peter closed the door and waved goodbye.
Peter walked carefully to the gate and opened it. Peter's head turned slightly towards the entrance of the house. Peter sat in the living room but drifted off when he heard a strange man's voice and a woman's moaning.
"Yeah, you wanna have cum inside you bitch," the man's voice sounded.
"Yes, come inside me, sir," a female voice familiar to Peter was heard.
Peter immediately came to his senses and headed for the guest room which was next to the living room.
"What the fuck Harley," Peter stood and looked at a man who had just come in front of him and realized it was Harley's ex Tom.
"Ehh, sorry man," Tom grinned.
"Sorry Peter, I didn't mean to," Harley walked up to Peter with her sweaty naked body.
"FUCK THIS!!!" Peter ran up to Tom and threw a punch right in Tom's face.
Peter went all out on Tom.
"Peter, enough or I'll call the police," Harley grabbed Peter's fist.
"You better go, GO!!!" Peter threatened.
"OK man," Tom quickly put on his clothes with a battered face.
"Hurry up Tom," Harley whispered.
"OK" Tom got out and walked away.
Peter sat dreamily on the ground, shocked by what had happened, wiping his hands of Tom's blood splatter.
"Peter, I can explain everything," Harley approached Peter.
"I don't want an explanation," Peter got up and went upstairs.
Peter ruffled up Harley's clothes and put them in a red suitcase.
"Peter, please," Harley seemed to be crying.
"I don't need anything from you," Peter was still putting all of Harley's things in the suitcase.
"Peter please, I can explain," Harley held Peter's hand as he put Harley's equipment into the suitcase.
"I've had enough, you've done it a few times with Tom," Peter brushed Harley's hand away.
Harley had met Tom several times this month. Peter knew all about it from the ranch employees because he sometimes saw the same man come in several times a month.
"Get dressed and put all your stuff in the suitcase, SLUT!!," Peter snapped.
"All right," Harley was surprised that Peter had never said the word 'slut' to her in the almost three years they had been together.
"Yeah, go to your master," Peter sat on the floor.
Harley cried as she put her clothes on, put her things in the suitcase and closed the zipper."Peter, give me a chance," Harley cried, clutching Peter's hand pleadingly.
"I've given it, but I've had enough," Peter brushed Harley's hand away.
"Peter, please," Harley still stood there pleading.
"GO NOW, I don't want to see you again," Peter stood up angrily.
Harley walked out of the house, Peter was speechless as he looked in the bathroom mirror and washed his hands and face. Peter went to the window to see Harley standing at the gate and found Tom approaching Harley, lifting the suitcase and putting it in the trunk of the car.
"Yeah, get your master cock bitch," Peter yelled.
Peter laughed as he shed tears seeing his ex-girlfriend Harley leaving with Tom.
He threw himself on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
All characters are of mature age.
Story may be a bit long.
Peter is an accountant and owns a farm, he has a partner named Harley. Peter is 42 years old, but he has a very fit and hairy body, his head is shaved and his sexy look radiates because his handsome face is covered with a thick beard, he has a big two-story house with a big farm next to it.
Peter did his job right, meeting his business associates and drinking beer afterwards. He went home with a dizzy head, probably because too much beer in his stomach caused nausea and dizziness.
"My head is very dizzy," Peter said as he unbuckled his belt.
"Do you need help, sir?" the Uber taxi driver asked.
"No need, thank you," Peter closed the door and waved goodbye.
Peter walked carefully to the gate and opened it. Peter's head turned slightly towards the entrance of the house. Peter sat in the living room but drifted off when he heard a strange man's voice and a woman's moaning.
"Yeah, you wanna have cum inside you bitch," the man's voice sounded.
"Yes, come inside me, sir," a female voice familiar to Peter was heard.
Peter immediately came to his senses and headed for the guest room which was next to the living room.
"What the fuck Harley," Peter stood and looked at a man who had just come in front of him and realized it was Harley's ex Tom.
"Ehh, sorry man," Tom grinned.
"Sorry Peter, I didn't mean to," Harley walked up to Peter with her sweaty naked body.
"FUCK THIS!!!" Peter ran up to Tom and threw a punch right in Tom's face.
Peter went all out on Tom.
"Peter, enough or I'll call the police," Harley grabbed Peter's fist.
"You better go, GO!!!" Peter threatened.
"OK man," Tom quickly put on his clothes with a battered face.
"Hurry up Tom," Harley whispered.
"OK" Tom got out and walked away.
Peter sat dreamily on the ground, shocked by what had happened, wiping his hands of Tom's blood splatter.
"Peter, I can explain everything," Harley approached Peter.
"I don't want an explanation," Peter got up and went upstairs.
Peter ruffled up Harley's clothes and put them in a red suitcase.
"Peter, please," Harley seemed to be crying.
"I don't need anything from you," Peter was still putting all of Harley's things in the suitcase.
"Peter please, I can explain," Harley held Peter's hand as he put Harley's equipment into the suitcase.
"I've had enough, you've done it a few times with Tom," Peter brushed Harley's hand away.
Harley had met Tom several times this month. Peter knew all about it from the ranch employees because he sometimes saw the same man come in several times a month.
"Get dressed and put all your stuff in the suitcase, SLUT!!," Peter snapped.
"All right," Harley was surprised that Peter had never said the word 'slut' to her in the almost three years they had been together.
"Yeah, go to your master," Peter sat on the floor.
Harley cried as she put her clothes on, put her things in the suitcase and closed the zipper."Peter, give me a chance," Harley cried, clutching Peter's hand pleadingly.
"I've given it, but I've had enough," Peter brushed Harley's hand away.
"Peter, please," Harley still stood there pleading.
"GO NOW, I don't want to see you again," Peter stood up angrily.
Harley walked out of the house, Peter was speechless as he looked in the bathroom mirror and washed his hands and face. Peter went to the window to see Harley standing at the gate and found Tom approaching Harley, lifting the suitcase and putting it in the trunk of the car.
"Yeah, get your master cock bitch," Peter yelled.
Peter laughed as he shed tears seeing his ex-girlfriend Harley leaving with Tom.
He threw himself on the bed and drifted off to sleep.