Brett eats out Devon's ass causing him to moan in pleasure. "You though little boy blue was going to blow that embarrassing little horn? No, you cute fuck! I wouldn't be caught dead sucking tha!t" I don't even want to play with it because I don't want your weak genes shooting on my suit."
His tongue slides up and down the furrow and and whips at his anus. He can't help but let out a vibrating moan and gasps of sexual pleasure. Brett jabs his tongue into the surface of the soap scented hole. After he finishes eating his ass, Brett licks his fingers and inserts his salivated index and middle into Devon's virgin anus.
Devon clutches the end of the table and starts to drink pre-cum. Brett squeezes his dick. "Cum on my floor and I will fuck your sweet hole, no lube, bareback."
"Yes, sir. Please...please fuck me, sir!"
"If you behave," Brett says undoing his pants. A large 9 inch cock, almost the size of Bretts boney calves flops down between his legs. "I'll reward you with this. This is a man cock. Not a little boy dick like yours. You are at most, 3 inches hard. I can tell a man slut like you would like that very much. Wouldn't you, bitch?" He spanks Devon's ass a drops to his knees. He grabs Devons hips and takes a sniff of his ass and teases the pubes.
"Yes sir," said Devon. "Very much, sir. Please use me! I want your seed in me! Please save me!"
Brett spanked Devon with his penis. "Good boy! Now get dressed and get the fuck out my office before I feel like throwing your clothes out the door."
"Yes sir!" Devon says as he dresses again.
"Wait," says Brett abruptly. "I will need these for intense examination." Brett puts out his hand and Devon takes a huge turned on gulp. He passes Brett his boxers. Brett keeps lays them on his desk neatly. "Go on. You won't need them anymore."
Brett holds his chin as he watches Devon put his clothes back on. Devon sees that Brett takes great pleasure watching him. Devon bends over so to show Brett his perineum. Brett stops him once again. He pulls an ice cube from his mini freezer and rubs it up and down for a second as Devon takes **** gasps from the chill. Brett squats down and slowly rides his tongue from bottom to top.
"Carry on," says Brett as if nothing happened. The magic seemed to fade almost instantly. Devon buttons up he shirt. On his way out, Brett stops him again. "Tie." He winks and ties Devon's tie and plants a kiss on his neck. He walks out the room and tries to peer though the tight blinds. He can almost swear that Brett is beating his meat while heavily inhaling his sweaty boxers. Devon looks down and realizes he came himself. He runs to thw bathroom to change.
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