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Hank smirked as he watched the video on his laptop, his hand already reaching down to undo his pants. The title, “Women Manager is Our Sex Toy 085”, was more than enough to pique his interest. He grabbed a tissue box, swung his chair around to face the window, and pressed play.

The video started with a shot of a cute Asian girl, her dark eyes widening in surprise as two burly men suddenly grabbed her wrists. “What are you doing?” she yelped, struggling against their grip. But the men just chuckled, ignoring her protests. One of them leaned in close, whispering something in her ear. Her cheeks flushed red and she began nodding meekly.

Next, the girl was shown sitting down, her tiny hands tied to the arms of the chair. The men were standing in front of her, stroking their hardening cocks. Hank’s own member was pulsating now, rock hard and aching for a touch. He gave it a squeeze as the girl sat helplessly, looking both terrified and strangely thrilled.

Suddenly, the girl’s face was shoved into the crotch of one of the guys. She gagged and choked, but he just held her there, thrusting his hips forward. The other man grabbed her feet, pressing them against his shaft. Hank could see the girl’s panties were soaked, the fabric nearly transparent. Her body was responding to the humiliation despite her best efforts to resist.

The men continued their assault, fucking her mouth and feet roughly while she gurgled and squirmed. But then, almost as if a switch had been flipped, her eyes rolled back and she started licking and sucking with fevered intensity. The guy whose dick she was servicing grabbed her hair, forcing her head back and forth to take him deeper. Strings of saliva ran down her chin.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Hank breathed, stroking himself faster now. He could feel his orgasm building. On the screen, the girl was now laid out on the floor, all four limbs tied up as the men took turns fingering her. They shoved three and four fingers in her fuckholes, pumping in and out faster and faster. She thrashed and bucked, her body wracked with uncontrollable pleasure. The wet slursh sound of the men’s hands penetrating her were like the sweetest music to Hank’s ears.

Finally, with a primal grunt, the first man shot his load, blasting the girl’s cute face with spunk. The second guy followed suit, creaming all over her panties and making a mess. Hank clenched his jaw, groaning through gritted teeth as he erupted all over his hand. strings of cum splattering his computer screen.

As the video came to an end, Hank breathed heavily, his spent cock already going flaccid. He grabbed a tissue and wiped away the mess, feeling a deep sense of shame and satisfaction. Videos like this were so wrong, he knew. But oh so right. He closed the files and slumped back in his seat, saxophone music filling his headphones once more as he tried to focus on work.

But all afternoon, his eyes kept drifting to the wet spots on his desk, and his mind kept replaying the video’s intense scenes. He palmed his swelling bulge under the desk. Perhaps he’d reward himself with another treat on his lunch break. After all, no one needed to know but him. His little secret. The shameful, naughty secret that made these slow workdays so much more exciting.