Puro Castro strolls into the office, his cologne mingling with the paper scent, and places a stack of reports on the desk. He sits beside me, his thigh warm against mine, and as he points to a number, a sheet of paper tumbles from his hand. Bending over, his face hovers inches from my growing erection. His cheeks pink as he notices my bulge, and a smirk curls his lips. “We’re at work, darling,” he purrs, standing to lock the door. The click echoes as he peels off his shirt, revealing a chest that beckons my hands. Kneeling, he unzips my trousers with a wicked grin, freeing my cock. His lips wrap around me, and I groan as he sucks, his tongue swirling. He climbs onto my lap, riding me in reverse cowboy, his tight ass gripping me. We hit the floor, me fucking him in cowboy as I shove my fingers into his mouth. We explore positions, his moans filling the room, until I finish, hot and thick, inside him. He jerks me off through my orgasm, milking every last drop.
