'@GunnarStoneXXX walked into my office like he owned the place—shirt clinging to his chest, eyes hungry, and that I-need-you-now energy written all over his face. “Rough day,” he muttered. But baby, I knew what that really meant.
Before I could even finish asking, his hands were all over me—unzipping my pants like they were the problem. We didn’t make it to the couch. Hell, we barely made it to the chair. Tongues, teeth, greedy fingers—clothes vanished, breaths hitched, and his mouth? Fuck, his mouth knew exactly what it wanted.
He didn’t stop until he had me moaning through gritted teeth, shaking, leaking into his throat. And when he came? He made sure I took every drop—like a good boy should. 👅💼💦
Let’s just say the office might need a Do Not Disturb sign from now on.