Hot Night In Dayton

I had some work ahead of me tonight. Gay sex Boring—so, so boring. Walter had sat straight up in his seat, staring at me.He swallowed—hard.”I expect to see you again next week,” he said.I smiled. Anxiety produced by his day or by my arrival, I wasn’t sure. He pulled me toward him and moved his hands lower, grabbing a handful of my flesh.I reciprocated the groan, exploring the taste of his tongue—mint, and coffee. He lifted my legs, his hands wrapped around my thighs, and hauled me closer to the edge of the mahogany slab I was laid out on.His hands grasped me behind my knees, and nearly bent me in half, my ass hanging off the edge of the desk. I straddled him, knees and the tops of my feet pressed into the leather, gripping his shoulders, and sunk back onto his cock as he held it in place.His fingers slipped away I descended, his palm fondling my balls as they retreated.