The heat is on at Chaosmen this week as the irresistible Max Mabry and the daring Cody Arizona, both sizzling hotshots at the local university, ignite the screen with an office romance that’s anything but PG-13. Cody, a professor with a panty-dropping gaze, has been burning with desire for Max, the head assistant whose sex appeal is as potent as the class-A on the periodic table.
As the sun dips below the horizon and the halls of academia empty, Cody’s patience snaps like a taut rubber band. He pounces on Max with the ferocity of a panther, his large hand slapping against the cold, hard oak desk, caging Max in a prison of lust. The office door locks with a decisive click, sealing their fate. Cody’s hands are like wildfire, tearing at Max’s slacks and briefs in one swift, animalistic motion. The metallic jingle of a belt buckle hitting the tile floor is the only prelude to Cody’s descent to his knees, a position of worship for the hard, throbbing god before him. He devours Max with a hunger that’s been building in the shadows of lectures and staff meetings, his mouth a vortex of pleasure until Max’s legs quiver like Jell-O.
With a raw, untamed energy, Cody spins Max around, pressing him against the desk, a willing sacrifice to their forbidden passion. Papers flutter to the ground like fallen leaves as Max’s shirt is ripped open, baring his chest to the cool office air. Cody’s tongue trails a path of fire down the cleft of Max’s ass, his saliva a lubricant for the invasion to come. Two fingers plunge into Max’s tight hole with a savagery that steals his breath, preparing him for the main event. Cody enters him with a primal force, skin on skin, no barriers between them, just pure, unadulterated sex. The desk groans under their weight, a testament to the fury of their lovemaking. Max’s grunts echo in the room, his fingers clawing at the desk, leaving crescent moons of desire in the polished wood.
Cody’s thrusts are relentless, a piston of pure lust driving into Max with a ferocity that borders on madness. Sweat glistens on their bodies, mingling in a dance of ecstasy. Cody’s release is a thunderous roar, his seed spilling into Max with a force that leaves them both spent and gasping for air. In the aftermath, Cody tucks himself away, leaving Max a panting, disheveled mess amidst the chaos of their lust. The professor exits with the same cool demeanor he wears in the classroom, the door locking behind him with a sound that echoes the finality of their encounter.
Max stands, his body a symphony of aches and satisfaction. As he adjusts his torn clothes, the reality of what just transpired washes over him. Tomorrow, he’ll return to this desk, to the world of academia, but will Cody be back for another lesson in pleasure? The answer is a resounding yes, and the anticipation of their next illicit rendezvous sends a shiver of excitement down Max’s spine.
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