Just wrapped up the final presentation for the quarterly report. The team was buzzing about the numbers, and all I could think about was how my mouth felt like it needed something to do. So when we all stepped out of the conference room, I just turned to Jen from accounting, leaned against the water cooler, and asked her to unzip my pants and suck my cock while I scrolled through the feedback on my phone. She did, I came in her mouth, she swallowed, and then we went back to discussing whether to order salads or sandwiches for the wrap-up lunch. It’s just another item on the post-meeting checklist, really. Efficiency.

Now debating if I should use my bonus on that new gaming headset or put it toward the pottery class I’ve been eyeing. The clay wheel looks fun, but so does hearing enemy footsteps in crystal clarity. Adult decisions.