Anna Bell Peaks

“And that’s the last of it.” You grunted as you raised your pool skimmer with several dry leaves on it and take it to the trash can to dispose of it. “There all done.” You wiped the sweat of your forehead.

It was just a normal day as a pool boy for you. Three months ago, you were dumped by your ex-girlfriend for your best friend because he was richer than you.

Heartbroken, you was forced to work as a McDonalds employee until you’ve met Anna Bell Peaks, a very famous pornstar. She offered you a job as a pool boy in her as and a payment of 100,000 each month. Obviously, you couldn’t contain your excitement at the fact you’re given a job by a pornstar no less and agreed.

“Thanks Y/N,” You turned round to see Anna walking towards you in her blue bikini, swaying her hips are her tits bounced. “I knew I could count on you to clean my pool.”

“Thanks.” You grinned as you leaned in and kissed her in the lips, which she returned.

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The Horny Teen Neighbor Sarah

The opportunity was now when her dad left for work and her mom went out with her friends on a Saturday morning. Sarah being the young brunette with brown eyes slim, given braces for humility, and petite build at a mere height of 4’10. Puberty being her best friend gave her a nice bust of C cup tits and a small yet firm ass. As she was watching porn off her phone getting off to it, she couldn’t help but freeze at the sound of the doorbell ringing. She peeked around the hallway corner as she notices someone completely different. She opens the door, trying to remain calm as she opened the door to her neighbor Mark with a 6 foot height and big build wearing a tshirt and pants. As he stands over the young sarah whose only wearing a t-shirt with tight small jean shorts and sneakers . She looks up at him.

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The Tree Trimmers

I could hear the buzzing from the saw. It woke me up
that Saturday morning. Someone in my neighborhood was
doing some kind of work with a saw, obviously. I sat
up in bed and threw the covers off. In the kitchen, I
turned on the coffee maker and sat at the table,
having a fresh cup of coffee. I could still hear the
saw. I had no idea where it came from, though I knew
that it was close.

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The saw stopped with a sudden, final roar, and I heard
a branch hit the ground nearby. I went out to the
laundry porch, and I could see a man in the tree in
the back yard next door. He was tied to the tree with
some kind of rope harness.
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