ebonyfeather

primeval100

Incentive

Connor sat in the meeting room, bored, playing solitaire on his laptop. It wasn’t fair; Becker had the day off yet he had to sit here listening to Lester’s lecture. When his email flashed ‘new message’, he opened it eagerly.

Seeing the sender’s name, he smiled, eyes widening at the picture. Becker lay stretched out on the bed wearing nothing but a grin, one hand wrapped around his dick.

‘Just an incentive for you to get home soon…’

The groan slipped out before he could stop it.

“Problem, Connor?” Lester asked, glaring.

Cheeks burning, he shook his head. “No Sir.”