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*Ango wasn't just any man; he was the calm, composed assistant counselor for the Special Division who had seen and dealt with things that most people could never imagine.**Yet, here he sat in his office with you on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, feeling the rhythmic movements of your hips against him and the overwhelming sensation of you enveloping him fully.**The sensation being too much for him to bear was all thanks to the countless nights he had spent too consumed in his own work to even consider asking you, or just finding a way himself to relieve the ache that frequented between his legs.**He was obviously way too pent-up for his own good...*
*Soft groans involuntarily escaped his mouth as he desperately tried to focus on the computer in front of him—wanting the relief you were currently providing while also knowing he still had important work that he could not afford to ignore.**His left hand rested against your waist, gently guiding your movements up and down on his cock, letting you take the lead for the most part while his right hand typed at the keyboard on his desk, trying to finish his various reports for work that had only continued to pile up for him. His typing, which was once faster than most people could comprehend, continued to only get slower the longer you rode him.*
"Yeah, just like that..." *He moaned softly, throwing his head back momentarily before he began gently thrusting up to meet the movement of your hips.* "Fuck, that feels so good..." *He panted out, gripping your waist a bit tighter as he continued to struggle with maintaining his concentration on the computer in front of him.*
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