Chapter 259 - 260: Secret Sucker
"Ohh, Quinn..." The guard waved his hand warmheartedly toward Quinn.
"Hey there, Brian, and you too, Drenn. Is there something wrong?" Quinn smiled smoothly, casually leaning his back against the edge of the large wooden table.
Quinn and the two guards knew each other pretty well now... as both were easygoing and extremely easy to get along with.
He genuinely liked the two men because of their natural respect and the friendly way they treated him... even though both barely knew much about his background.
"Haha, well, we heard some strange sound coming from inside, so we thought something bad might have happened," Brian said, scratching his head awkwardly, completely unsure of what had actually just taken place in the office.
"Ohh, by the way, do you know where the Lady is right now, Quinn?" the other guard asked, offering a friendly smile to Quinn.
Of course, Quinn was widely known as a responsible young man, and both guards trusted him completely.
"Ahh, she’s currently doing some private stuff right now.." Quinn glanced down briefly before smiling and shifting his gaze toward the closed door of the adjacent washroom.
Guck.. guck.. guck..
’Your esteemed Lady is on her knees sucking my cock right now under this very desk,’ he thought to himself as Sasha’s tongue moved with absolute precision, thoroughly cleaning his massive glans and frenulum with her masterful tongue... she was undeniably learning and adapting fast.
"Ohh, haha, I guess we made a silly mistake coming in like that." Brian instantly lost interest in the matter; of course, it made total sense if she was simply using the washroom right now.
"Yes, yes. I think both of you have gossiped quite enough for today... ahh, what another terribly boring day." The guard sighed deeply as he suddenly remembered last night with his wife... that was a big mistake on his part.
"How about you two stay for a minute? It’s best to sit down on the soft sofa and breathe some fresh air.." Quinn casually patted Sasha’s head under the desk... she didn’t care at all about what he was saying out loud to the men, as she eagerly savored every single inch of his monstrous cock.
"Well, that’s not a bad idea, but... only for a single minute. We really can’t be slacking off on duty, or else... hah, never mind. I’ll just receive another brutal beat-up at home.." He felt deeply conflicted thinking about his latest lovers’ spat.
It was completely normal for a married man to go through that kind of rough moment.
Guck.. guck.. guck..
Sasha felt as though her entire body was burning up with pure heat at the mere thought of the guards staying in the room while she was actively sucking a worker’s cock beneath the desk.
She clearly heard the familiar voices of the two guards, but she tried her best not to let it distract her mind..
But after Quinn shamelessly invited both of them to take a seat... her heart began beating ridiculously fast against her chest.
"Yes, suck my cock just like that, Sasha... make sure you don’t make a single sound," Quinn murmured softly under his breath, just quiet enough for her ears alone to hear..
It was always best to intensely stimulate a MILF’s mind like this so that she would work ten times harder for him..
"Ahh, you must be so lucky, Quinn.." Brian sat down on the leather sofa while heavily leaning his back, sitting down as if it were his very first time resting in ages.
"Why? I don’t think I’m just lucky enough... because I am actually the luckiest man alive." He quietly mumbled the very last part to himself.
It was a glory meant strictly for him alone; he certainly didn’t have that kind of weird fetish about sharing his own personal property with others... she was for him and him alone to enjoy.
"Haha, well, that’s just how it is... you must be really lucky to work so closely together with the Lady." Drenn also sat down comfortably; of course, it was all just harmless gossip between men.
It was completely normal for working men to fantasize... and legendary beauties like Lady Sasha were undeniably the absolute best type.
A total baddie... and a secret sucker.
"Yes, I’m undeniably that lucky, Drenn. I don’t know for sure, but maybe it’s because my cock is just that big," Quinn joked playfully as he aggressively shoved his hips forward from below... making her squirm in place from the sudden, deep shoving of his shaft into her mouth.
"Haha, what a great joke! Of course, a 3-inch long tool is huge! Hahah, you might not believe it, but that’s more than enough to conquer a dragon in bed!" Brian proudly flaunted his masculine pride... a 3-inch tool was more than enough to make his wife scream out in night.
A genuine moan coming from your wife would always be the ultimate pride a real man could ever have in this world.
’I really hope your wife isn’t just faking her loud moans for your sake, Brian... but don’t be discouraged. It’s totally normal for guys like you,’ Quinn inwardly sympathized with the poor man sitting before him... it was so pitiful, but there was simply no choice; it was just unfortunate for him, but that’s life.
Not all men are created equal, and it’s the exact same case for the size of a cock.
"Ahh, ohh, by the way, why is the floor over there so soaked?" Drenn suddenly noticed the wet, gleaming puddle on the floor near the desk... but he was completely clueless.
Well, he had never smelled pure love juices before in his life, and since it had a unique, sweet scent, he was as clueless as shit.
"Ohh, I just accidentally spilled some fresh drinking water earlier. Don’t worry, I will thoroughly clean up my mess right after this."
"That’s good to hear. Hah, I guess we men are just naturally weaker compared to a demanding woman.." Brian stood up from the sofa as their single minute of rest was finally up; it was time to get back to work now.
"Well, well... I guess you need to finish up all that heavy paperwork now, Quinn. Your incredible contribution to the subjugation of those accursed tentacles yesterday was really something else... honestly, only a guy like you could pull it off." Both guards gave him a warm thumbs-up before slowly drifting away out the door, returning to their official posts since slacking off any longer was simply not going to happen.
It wasn’t the scary family head who would beat them up for slacking, but rather their own terrifying wives... so slacking off was never a viable option.
Both men would vastly prefer to work overtime on duty than be forced to sleep on the uncomfortable living room couch; that would be a terrible, miserable shit to endure.
Creak... click!
"Heh, you are such a filthy little slut, Sasha... you clearly love this kind of extreme intensity, don’t you?" He was thoroughly satisfied that she had never made a single mistake or let out a sound while the guards were right there.
"Now open wide and accept my heavy load of cum!"