You’re horny as fuck and you need to stroke. You need to feed your addiction. So your next midday break, I want you to lock yourself in your car, hide away in closet, keep quiet in the stall, I don’t care where, but I want you to take out your cock and focus on stroking that cock and subversive yourself into my words. With every stroke and second passing by, you make it count, hornier than you started the day with. Pushing your orgasm as far out as you can, waiting till the last second, on the brink of cumming as I count you down. But it’s up to you. Do you cement your eagerness to unload at the end of the day, that pent up energy acting as motivation to finish the day? Or do you relieve the tensions of the work day and go back into work with a sense of accomplishment and ecstasy in your pants?
