TwitOfficeGuy (Part 2) - After a deep, sensual muscle worship session, his dick was rock hard—clearly overwhelmed with lust. He gave up on going to the office that day. He told me, “I can’t work like this... I can’t even focus unless you help me release.”

I tied his hands to his thighs and had him kneel on my bed. The sight of him like that—submissive, strong, and leaking arousal—was unbelievably erotic. I worshipped his body from behind, he grabbed my hand and guided it over his muscular frame. Whether on purpose or not, he pressed my palm against the front of his hard cock. It throbbed so hard it bounced back on its own.