Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
If I could see the client in the waiting area, I’d fantasize about sucking their thick côcks, often cumming in my pants without even touching myself.
One of our Mexican clients, probably in his mid-thirties, was especially hot. He was tall, tan, and had a smoking-hot body. His jeans were always a couple of sizes too small, showcasing a hefty bulge in his crotch. He wore snap-down cowboy shirts, unbuttoned almost to his waist, revealing a chest covered in soft black hair.
He wasn’t always freshly washed and carried a sexy scent that was a mix of sweat and cheap cologne. Every time he walked through the door, my cock started to rise, leaking pre-cum.