Addicted to the CEO
It showed me sitting on the toilet, my slacks still buttoned up and my hand squeezing my outstanding boner at the exact moment when a wet dot spread over the light fabric.
My own face caught my attention, the way my head had dropped back, my eyes closed and my mouth open in a silent moan. It felt weird, seeing myself at such a moment. The GIF triggered a flashback that made my lazy cock nod. There it was, the spoiled thing. Now it asked for action? Nah, I thought, leaning back and bringing one foot up to rest my knee against the window. It wasn’t action it lacked, but attention.
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