Swimming Lessons: Bossy Walter-son

Mike looked at Walter-son, taking in the **** expression on their face. He noticed something new in their demeanor, a bossiness that reminded him of a middle-aged man calling the shots. Usually, Walter-son was more subdued, but today, they were taking charge, and it was fucking hot.

"You're bossy as fuck today, aren't you?" Mike said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like some general giving orders."

Walter-son rolled her eyes, a defiant smile curling on their lips. "Just shut up and fuck me right now, Mike. Before someone walks in here and sees my massive ass spread out like this."

Tim, standing nearby, couldn't help but stare at the obscene sight before him. His eyes widened as he took in the enormity of Walter-son's ass, the way the cheeks were spread wide, revealing the tight little hole that Mike was about to invade. He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper as he commented, "Holy shit, your cheeks are so fucking spread. It's like a fucking gift wrapped just for him."

Mike chuckled darkly, his hands squeezing the soft flesh greedily. "That's right, Tim. Isn't it a beautiful sight?"

Walter-son looked back over their shoulder, a mischievous glint in their eye. "Enjoy the view, Tim. But remember, this is all Mike's. For now."

With that, Mike positioned himself behind Walter-son, grabbing those enormous, soft cheeks and spreading them wide. His cock found its target, and with a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep in that tight, virgin ass. Walter-son let out a loud gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Mike began to fuck him hard and fast, just like he asked.

"Oh fuck..." Walter-son moaned, trying to keep his voice down but failing. "You're so deep... shit, it hurts so good."

Mike pounded into him relentlessly, the desk shaking with each forceful thrust. He leaned over, grabbing a handful of Walter-son’s blonde hair and pulling their head back.

"You like that, bossy?" Mike grunted in his ear. "You like taking my cock up your tight little ass?"

Walter-son looked back over their shoulder, a wicked grin on their face. "Just wait until you see how much it can take. Now keep going, don't stop."

Mike's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he pounded into Walter-son with relentless intensity. The desk creaked and groaned under the ****, but neither of them cared. They were lost in the moment, their bodies moving in sync as they chased their release.

The voices outside the door grew louder, and someone laughed, but Mike and Walter-son didn't pause. If anything, the impending discovery spurred them on, making each thrust more urgent and ****.

"Fuck, I'm close," Walter-son panted, their body trembling with the effort of holding back their orgasm. "Don't stop, Mike. Keep going."

Mike grunted in response, his movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled as he neared his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Walter-son, his body shaking with the **** of his release.