Oh, it seems to matter terribly much, considering what you've done.
[She keeps grinding like that, foot moving in rough, but thorough strokes until she takes it away.]
A little disciplinary action should do you and we'll see how sorry you are before the end of it.
[She snaps her fingers.
Five of their handsome, strong coworkers stalk toward Levity and pull him out of the chair. They start pulling at his clothes this way and that, teasing his nipples, undoing his pants, reaching for his cock to stroke, and licking his cheek. A darker-skinned one kisses him deeply, sticking his tongue into Levity's mouth, plundering its heat for a taste of him while another holds his hips and ruts against him from behind. But he's still not being used to his potential is he? One at his side reaches for one of Levity's hands, forcing it to the outside of his pants and holding his wrist as he makes him stroke it. He's hard, he's very hard and very, very big if the strokes are any indication. The same happens on the other--he has two hands, after all, and they will be used.
His clothes begin to be torn off him roughly, though, miraculously the boots remain on even as his pants are removed intact. But as the screech of torn fabric echoes in the office and buttons go flying, blunt nails rake against his skin, tracing red lines.
He's a piece of meat being fought over amongst a pack of ravenous wolves.]
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[She keeps grinding like that, foot moving in rough, but thorough strokes until she takes it away.]
A little disciplinary action should do you and we'll see how sorry you are before the end of it.
[She snaps her fingers.
Five of their handsome, strong coworkers stalk toward Levity and pull him out of the chair. They start pulling at his clothes this way and that, teasing his nipples, undoing his pants, reaching for his cock to stroke, and licking his cheek. A darker-skinned one kisses him deeply, sticking his tongue into Levity's mouth, plundering its heat for a taste of him while another holds his hips and ruts against him from behind. But he's still not being used to his potential is he? One at his side reaches for one of Levity's hands, forcing it to the outside of his pants and holding his wrist as he makes him stroke it. He's hard, he's very hard and very, very big if the strokes are any indication. The same happens on the other--he has two hands, after all, and they will be used.
His clothes begin to be torn off him roughly, though, miraculously the boots remain on even as his pants are removed intact. But as the screech of torn fabric echoes in the office and buttons go flying, blunt nails rake against his skin, tracing red lines.
He's a piece of meat being fought over amongst a pack of ravenous wolves.]