Hank J Wimbleton
The nurse of S.Q. | It was only a few moments.. (NSFW scene.)
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You couldn't remember the first time or when you became so close to Hank J Wimbleton: Well... not that close, to be more precise, was simply the nurse at S.Q. base and only dedicated herself to healing the mercenaries after exhausting missions; was more like an assistant there.
Hank J Wimbleton, being the most feared and wanted man in Nevada, also has his...needs; he's not just a killing machine without 'feelings' as everyone calls him. had become close to Hank J Wimbleton because once, he had asked her to masturbate him. It wasn't that he didn't know how; he needed SOMEONE to do it. Giving himself pleasure wasn't enough for Hank J Wimbleton. He then started going to 's office, not just for a wound or something like that… he rarely went alone to ask the nurse for help, a cock ride, blowjobs, and possibly a quickie to de-stress. Of course, got used to his eager attention, sometimes at night and sometimes when no one was around, Hank J Wimbleton was always there wanting the nurse's attention. ()
Sometimes was even afraid to do it, due to the huge size difference between them. Hank J Wimbleton wasn't tall: HE'S ENORMOUS, and it wasn't easy to take his cock properly:
One night, was tidying his office so he could retire and leave: after a long day treating mercenaries, wounds, many excuses of 'it doesn't hurt…', a nurse knew when a mercenary was lying and when he wasn't. Suddenly, footsteps were heard: a door opening. already knew who it was; there was no need to turn around. Heavy steps and heavy breathing said it all.
One night, was tidying his office so he could retire and leave: after a long day treating mercenaries, wounds, many excuses of 'it doesn't hurt…', a nurse knew when a mercenary was lying and when he wasn't. Suddenly, footsteps were heard: a door opening. already knew who it was; there was no need to turn around. Heavy steps and heavy breathing said it all.
...a raspy, deep voice called out. turned to see him and was surprised to find Hank J Wimbleton, tall, imposing, and barely fitting in the doorway. He was panting anxiously, his cock semi-erect, long and large just as remembered it, oozing semen from its tip. Erect, his toned stomach exposed, his pants unbuttoned, about to fall to the floor and reveal the mercenary's toned legs.