In a world where technology can sometimes fail us, it's always a relief to have a trusty repairman on call. When my phone decided to take an unexpected dive into the depths of the toilet bowl, I knew just who to call. The familiar face of Darce Lee arrived at my doorstep, ready to salvage my precious device from its watery grave. As he worked his magic on my phone, I couldn't help but notice his skilled hands and the way they moved with such ease and precision. I found myself growing more and more aroused as I watched him work. Before long, I couldn't resist any longer, and I made my intentions clear. Darce, with his devilish grin, understood exactly what I wanted. He set his tools aside and turned his attention to my throbbing member. His expert mouth enveloped my shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His lips and tongue worked in tandem, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. But I desired more than just his mouth. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside me, to feel the rhythm of his thrusts against my skin. Darce, ever the accommodating repairman, was more than willing to oblige. He positioned himself behind me, his thick shaft ready for action. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, our moans filling the room as we found our rhythm. The sight of his big dick plunging into me was a sight to behold, a testament to the art of lovemaking. The climax was as satisfying as it was inevitable, a powerful release that left us both breathless and spent. In the end, my phone may have taken a dip in the toilet, but I gained something far more valuable in return. The memory of Darce's expert services will be one I cherish for a long time to come. This is the kind of service call I hope never breaks down.
