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I wanna know that you're shooting your load in me! Michael made a little whimpering sound and then said. | ||
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"It's on your desk, Boss."
I kept walking but had to smile.
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Michael was lying on our bed on his stomach wearing only gray, knit gym shorts that were riding up his hsboys beautiful butt; his back and shoulders flaring out in a "v" from the waistband. He was reading the rough draft of a contract for a client and wearing small black-rimmed reading glasses that made him look even more adorable hsboys than usual. | ||
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I smiled at Michael. "I wanna fuck you."
He grinned at me. | ||
I'm going to the office." I pulled out my wallet. "Here's my card.