Office Slut/ Male Stripper.

Hell Yes!

what time do you want me to come?"

☆☆☆☆

The Male Stripper:::

Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel of his thick, hard, hot shaft in her hand melted her insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.

"Oh, God, it’s so… big."

She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.

"His cock’s looking a bit lonely over there," Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it needs some company?"

She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She’d seen Cal’s cock at the party, but not up close and personal.

He stripped of his black pants, then his briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don’s and definitely thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina clenched in need.

"I’m starting to feel like this was a setup." Don glanced at Cal with a grin.

"Is that a problem?" Cal asked.

Don’s eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I think it means."

Cal win