The Under-Desk Affair
Jean marveled, "Max, is this your magic staff? It's getting bigger! It feels so good to touch. Why is my whole body getting so hot? This is unbearable."
Her face drifted closer, warm breath spilling over me.
Every pore on my body opened wide. The desire inside me was nearly at its peak. My hands clenched into fists, every muscle locked tight, fighting the craving that bored into my bones.
"Mr. Niemann? Mr. Niemann?" A staff member, noticing my silence, cleared his throat. "Is there something wrong with the report?"
The voice snapped me back to reality, wrenching me from the pleasure.
That was close. Too close.
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