En cours de chargement...
Gently pushing the door open with my feet, I walked inside the dimly-lit room. It looked like a kitchen. I was about to call out again, when I heard voices coming from what sounded like the living room. Thank heaven! They were sweet, melodical voices that tickled my ears and made my cock tug. Setting down the pizzas, I crept toward the sounds. "Do you know how many nights I've had to use that dildo? Ken is ALWAYS gone.
Always!" One of them said, obviously upset about something. "Yeah, my Roger is gone most of the month. Damn truckers!" She spat. "How the hell am I suppose to get my needs taken care of. "Uh...hello? Pizza?" I pointed to the kitchen behind me.