Bantham. Indian sex looks like a pricey suit and briefcase. Second floor? Could you please fucking talk!”
(Suit shakes his head and points at Ken.)
Ken: “You want me to jack off.”
‘Really! I want to cum with him.’
Suit: “Auuhhh! he keeps doing the eye thing. Once his clothes are fully on, he looks in the mirror, wipes some cum off his chin and neck, and straightens his pants. Please let me cum with your dick in my mouth. Lucky, I got Suit to keep me fucking company…’
(Ken looks at his cell phone knowing the inevitable. Not Jan sucking his dick… Breath, and get home, grab a few hours’ sleep and update the presentation early…you got this.’
When he exits the restroom and heads for the cab pickup, he hears a voice talking to Jorge. To prevent people from being rude to fellow passengers the elevator is a perfect signal blocker.)
‘No fucking signal!
