A dribble of precum dripped onto my hand.“And what about when I do this?” I spread the precum along his shaft, slowly stroking from tip to base.He moaned again. “Unless you accept handjobs as payment, then I think I am out of luck,” I jested.He flushed and his eyes went wide.“Sorry, bad joke!” I said quickly. Gay sex I looked at the cum stain on my desk and sighed. I let a little bit of spit spill over my lips and onto his cock.It was slicker now with my spit, and I was able to move my hands up and down his shaft rapidly. A pack of gum, some tissues, an old condom, mascara, and lip gloss were all that I had. I guided him with my hand, pushing and pulling as he thrust.My tranny cock started to get hard against my desk as he pounded me from behind. I kept doing it, cradling his balls with my other hand. “If you want me to stop—”“No,” he replied instantly. I opened an app on my phone, and within minutes one was on its way.My attention was pulled by the soft tapping of a delivery boy at the outside of the glass.
