was supposed to try. he didnโt hide his wondering eyes on his shirtless frame, stretching carelessly.
โup and at it, aiden. pants off too, youโre not gonna try this vintage suit with your jeans, gasp.โ
the bookstore was closed today. or was it opening later? weston didnโt really know. worst of all, he didnโt really care. his father always had, or maybe it was his mother? passion projects. stuff they poured money into without being concerned about whether or not it wouldโ
something. which weston wasnโt a fan of. tall, dark and handsome was typically the freckled blondโs type. not being able to mix business and pleasure was a bummer.
hey, he found loopholes where he could. sat atop a wooden counter, he had laid out a few suits nearby, that aidenโ
shoving down his own pants, pale, freckled fat cheeks bouncing free as thong peaks out, struggling to conceal his pink pucker, eyes on the prize as lips curl into a smirk.
itโs so goddamn big, fuck. youโre built for pleasure. my pleasure.
do you think he knows you throw it back on me every night?
you can leave a pair of panties with me too. iโll keep โem in my pocket for the whole meeting.
that and the fact that my daddyโs a good collaborator, no?
donโt worry. iโll drain you good so youโre all ready for work tomorrow. you can shake my dadโs hand with the same one be groping me with.
youโre so smart. and youโve got such a fat ass. no wonder i like you.
thatโs exactly what it is, have to spend the rest of the week calling the shots, so i might as well be a good pole before i have to.