Every Friday. Same suit. Same hundred dollars. Same dumpster. All week he gives orders in boardrooms. At midnight he parks the silver BMW under the dead streetlight, loosens his tie, bends over the rusted dumpster, and pays to get his married ass pounded raw until he’s crying and coming all over the metal. Six months of the same brutal fucking, and he still walks out of the alley with cum dripping down his legs and a smile on his face.
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