Vaughn Keiran passed out just after he had his release. His cum is littered all over his body and a few droplets are on my clothes. Standing up on my feet, I let out a groan, taking a peep at his face. He looks too good for his liking and giving him a handjob gave me a boner. I want to go upstairs, but I can't move, instead, I tuck his now flaccid cock in and I zip up his trouser. It would be so weird if his workers come here and see their boss unconscious with his dick out of his pants. And I should probably take him upstairs to his room. I don't know the exact reason why I'm doing this, but I convince myself inwardly that it's just to repay him for saving my life, twice. “Jerk. I would just kill you.” I mutter and as I stand, I find myself staring at his face. He looks more peaceful sleeping. When he's awake, he just keeps running his mouth and talks nonstop. And rudely too. “And bury you in my backyard,” I add with a scoff and I'm met with silence. Keiran is sleeping soundly an
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