Drunk and out of control, I was carried home by a quiet junior colleague from my part-time job. I was extremely depressed because my girlfriend had dumped me. Seeing me like this, my junior colleague said, "A wounded boy is so cute," and then kissed me. I was confused by this sudden turn of events, but my wounded heart caused me to become aroused. My junior colleague straddled me and ejaculated in a riding position... I was indulging in an ambiguous relationship where we only had sex after work.
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