Hard at Work
Hard at Work As I approached Anna’s apartment on that cold morning, my mind was focused solely on work. But as soon as she opened the door, all thoughts of productivity vanished from my head. My cock instantly sprang to attention at the sight of her curvaceous figure clad in nothing but a thin silk robe. “I’m so glad you could make it,” Anna purred, gesturing for me to come inside. “My computer has been acting up again.” But as I followed her into the living room, my gaze was drawn away from the malfunctioning machine and towards the tantalizing …