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The phone suddenly rang and Jessie moaned with disappointment as she stood up and wrapped one of her large fluffy bath towels around her and went to answer it. It was Jim.
"I wanted to see if you were busy tonight," he said.
"I am," she told him, still fisting asian shaved pussy annoyed with him for earlier.
"Okay," he said quietly, disappointment filling his fisting asian shaved pussy voice. "With what?"
Jessie thought for a moment. "Absolutely nothing," she said with arrogance in her voice before hanging up the phone. She sighed and went back to rejoin her bath.
An hour later fisting asian shaved pussy, someone knocked on the door. Jessie reached down and unplugged the drain, letting the water whoosh down the pipes. She stood up and slipped her robe on to answer the door. A familiar man stood outside, leaning against the doorframe. She opened the door a crack and glared at him.
"What to you want, Keith?" she said angrily. The man chuckled and looked at her, his blonde hair waving past his ears.
"Hello, Jessica," he said in his deep, Australian accent. She opened the door and looked into his blue eyes with anger. He stood there in blue jeans and a white polo and she stood in her bathrobe.
"I don know about your country, but in America, when I say not to bother me again, that means not to bother me again," she told him, anger filling the air between them. Keith laughed again and indicated that he wanted to come in.
"I came to chitchat," he said with a smile as he looked at the way her robe hugged her round breasts. "I missed you."
Jessie sighed and opened the door for him to come in before shutting it fisting asian shaved pussy behind him. She started walking to her bedroom. "Theres soda in the fridge. Ill only be a minute." She turned and went to her room to change into her jeans and a sweatshirt, when she suddenly burst into tears. Memories of her relationship with Keith before they broke up last summer flooded her mind as she slipped into her clothes. She hadn fallen fisting asian shaved pussy in love with him because of his charm, his kindness, or his admiration for her. She had fallen in love with his dominance, his sense of never letting anyone tell him what to fisting asian shaved pussy do. When she finished changing, she walked back to the living room where Keith was sitting on a sofa.
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