1. Paper Boy vs The Hot Latina


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Voyeur, Author: therealbk, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    money from my route. Most people are good natured and pay right up. But there are always a few that need some time. Probably the worst part of the job. I knocked on a few doors on Monday. I got half of my customers to pay. By Wednesday I had collected from all but one. It was a big house on the end of a dead end street. It was a little out of the way. The house was very nice. There was only one car parked in the driveway all the time. I did see a few people come and go but never the owner. I was always early when I knocked. I decided to leave a note on the front door. I reached into my pocket to pull out a piece of scratch paper. I wrote on it and stuck it on the door. I came back the next day to find no note. I did not find any money or anybody home. I shook my head as I rode my bike home. I got up early on Saturday. I wanted to get my paper route done quickly. I took a long shower. I shaved some hair on my body. I'm not a big fan of body hair. I shaved around my cock leaving a small patch. I then put on some cologne and some body spray. I brushed my teeth as I comb my short blonde hair. I put on some tan cargo shorts over my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I slipped on some dark sandals. I put on my black Kiss shirt. I looked outside to see the news papers in front of the garage. It was close to 530am when I started. I was done at 7am. I had one more paper to deliver. It was from the house that still needed to pay. I went to knock on the door. After a few minutes I rang ...
    the door bell. There was still no answer. I decided to ride home to get something to eat. It was close to 11am when I rode my bike back toward the house. I just turned right on the dead end street. &#034Honk! Honk!&#034 I slowed down. &#034Hey! Dude! You on the bike.&#034 said a guys voice. I stopped. I put my right foot down. &#034What's up?&#034 I said. There was an older guy hanging out his window. He had a green mini van. I guessed he was lost. &#034Do you know where 1564 Elm Street is?&#034 said the old guy. That was the house that owed me money. &#034Ummm let me think.&#034 I said. I looked around. I was trying to figure out what to say. I got off my bike and walked toward his mini van. I was standing near the side of the mini van. I looked in the back seat. There was some photography equipment. Some lights and lots of cameras. &#034Geez! I think that is....&#034 I was about to say. &#034Fuck man! Come on! Time is money. I got this model waiting for me. I'm going broke talking to you man.&#034 said the old guy. &#034Oh! It's actually across town. Near the high school. You can't miss it. Just hang a left pass the school. There used to be a Elm Street over here but they moved it.&#034 I said with a big smile. He rolled up his window as he spun the tires. I laughed as he rode out of sight. I was still smiling when I got off my bike at the end of the street. I saw some lights in the house as I walked toward the front door. I had my small receipt and a pen as I knocked on the ...
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