FalconStudios Choke On My Australian Wood
Title: A Taste of Down Under: Choking on Australian Wood on the Office
In the guts of Sydney, the bustling metropolis that by no means appears to sleep, there exists an ordinary-looking workplace constructing. But inside, it isn’t simply ink and paperwork that will get spilled—typically, the ink is males’s wishes, and the paperwork is torn and scattered as prey is pinned down and ravaged by ruthless predators. This is the world of Falcon Studios.
One morning, Jeff, the workplace intern, arrives early. He’s a strapping lad from the Outback, all six-foot-three of him, with a physique that would make a senior citizen drool. Jeff saunters into the break room, his khaki shorts barely containing his belongings. He grabs a mug that claims, “Don’t Aussie me, bro. It’s too early,” and pours himself a steaming cup of joe.
Just then, his hotshot boss, Nate, walks in. Nate’s a tall, darkish, and good-looking satan with a fame of being a thoroughbred workhorse—and a jackrabbit within the sack. He sizes up Jeff, appreciating the sweat trickling down the intern’s chest hairs earlier than fixing his gaze on a specific bulge straining in opposition to the material.
“Jeff, my office,” Nate instructions, not bothering with pleasantries.
Jeff follows, his footsteps echoing within the empty hallway. As quickly because the door shuts, Nate pins Jeff in opposition to it, one hand gripping the intern’s chin. “I know what you’re hiding under those shorts, mate,” he growls, his Cockney accent dripping with want. “I want a taste of that Australian wood.”
He makes fast work of Jeff’s zipper and fishes out the intern’s big, uncut cock. It springs free, leaping into Nate’s keen fingers like a keen pup in search of affection. With no preamble, Nate drops to his knees and engulfs your complete size, taking all of it the best way to the again of his throat.
“Fuck, guv’nor!” Jeff lets out a strangled cry, his fingers flying to Nate’s hair. He grips it tightly, guiding Nate’s head as he fucks his boss’s throat with abandon. Nate takes all of it like a champ, slurping and gagging obscenely as Jeff ruts into his face.
Pulling off with a moist pop, Nate stands up, licking his lips. “Not bad, for an Aussie.” He smirks, shoving Jeff in the direction of his desk. With one sweep of his fingers, he clears it of papers, spilling ink in every single place. “Bend over, boy.”
Jeff’s eyes darken with want, and he does as he is informed. His boss flips up his shirt, admiring the broad expanse of again. He lands a agency slap on that supple flesh, snapping one other button off Jeff’s shirt. Jeff yelps however spreads his legs wider, giving Nate full entry to that tight bubble butt.
Spitting on Jeff’s gap, Nate strains up his fats, throbbing cock and rams residence. The desk shudders as he slams into the youthful man, his hips making moist smacks in opposition to Jeff’s buttocks. Jeff whines, his fingers scrabbling for buy on the sleek desk floor. But Nate is relentless. He grips Jeff’s hips, drilling down into him with swift, exhausting strokes.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Jeff moans, drool starting to dribble down his chin. Nate reaches round to pump the intern’s leaking cock in time together with his thrusts. “Bloody ‘ell, guv, ya know ‘ow ta treat a bloke!”
Nate snarls one thing unintelligible, transferring sooner, chasing his personal pleasure. The desk creaks ominously, threatening to break down below their mixed weight. Jeff’s again arches, pushes again onto Nate’s pistoning cock, assembly each stroke with an upward thrust of his hips.
“Annnaahhh, guv, I’m ’bout ta—” Jeff’s phrases dissolve into incoherent babble as his cock spasms, portray the desk floor with an internet of pearly white. A number of seconds later, Nate roars his launch, pumping a hefty load into Jeff’s grasping asshole. They collapse in opposition to the desk, panting and sweaty.
As the spell wore off, Nate pulls out with a slick pop, trying down at Jeff’s gaping gap with a glad smirk. “Comin’ in late from now on, boss?” Jeff asks with a sleepy grin.
Nate laughs, clapping the intern on the again. “You got it, mate. Upside of working for Falcon: the perks are absolutely fucking great.”