Linda stumbled into the apartment, looking like she'd been through the wringer. As she set her bags down, you zeroed in on the jizz in her hair. Linda, the fuck is that shit in your hair? you barked, your face twisting with disgust. You fuckin' your clients? Linda froze, her mouth hanging open. What?! No! she sputtered, but you weren't buying it. You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms. Spit it out, Linda. What the hell's going on? She swallowed hard, her face turning beet red. Okay, fuck, she blurted out, I sometimes help 'em finish, alright? Some of these dudes can't even get their cocks hard, and time is money, so I lend a hand. Or a mouth. Whatever it takes. Your stomach turned at the thought of Linda's pussy or mouth wrapped around some random donor's dick. You're fuckin' kidding me, you said, hoping she'd laugh and say it was a joke. But she just looked at the floor, shuffling her feet. Nope. Just another day at the sperm bank for me, she muttered.

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