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Friday, February 28, 2025

[SS-1508] Packing Creamy


PACKING CREAMY

"It's so boring here..." Wrence spoke after he gave up scrolling on social media after a whole morning of just lying prone on the sofa.

His source of income is lonely most of the time. But it pays well. It was nice to be alone in a luxury apartment that he had.

Then he received a text from one of his avid clients.

"I want salty, I want fresh, I want creamy."

Wrence immediately jumped off the sofa and prepared for his work. It took some time before he could remove his compression overalls, he had a big muscled body.

Then he changed to his biking gear. He chose the white one, as it is widely requested by his clients.


Then he biked around the town. He biked for two hours. His gear got soaked but he did not mind.

Wrence then biked to the more provincial part of town. There he changed his clothes to his designer trunks. He took a picture of himself while on top of the rock.


Then he swam the spring water under the rock. He stayed long to feel the refreshing cold water. Also, so that the fresh water would drench his speedos.

After that, Wrench got back to the rock. He brought with him the jockstrap he wore while biking. Then he started jacking off. Soon, he came on the jockstrap.

Then he went to the dry, then placed his biking gear in a plastic package named salty, describing his sweat.

Then his trunks went into another package labeled fresh. The cum-stained jock was for the one labeled creamy.

Wrence smiled. He would send his trunks and naked pictures together with these dirty packages to his client. Then he gets wired a hefty amount of cash.

Wrence loves his job.



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