It only took three strokes before Oliver came, spurts of white cum decorating his chest and the carpet beneath him. He was Oliver Wheeler, bartender and part time student. Xxnx “Not really. “Alison’s been coverin’ for you for the last half hour.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, they’ll snap right off,” Olly said mildly, pulling off his tee shirt and donning the skintight white tank top with the club’s logo emblazoned on the chest. He’d never been taken this roughly before and Olly instinctively knew that tomorrow would be torture, that he’d be aching and sore and tired—but that was tomorrow. Even from this distance, the cut of his tailored suit and the brand on his loafers screamed ‘expensive’. The scent and feeling triggered an automatic flood of panic and he sat up instantly.
