He looked down at the massive bulge in his jeans, the shape of his rock hard prick so obviously trapped in the denim, he was one hundred percent sure she had seen it. He couldn’t resist, and had to rub himself hard and fast, feeling just how aroused he was for her. The sensation had crept up on him, the first time she pressed into his body and hid him from her Chief. And it just grew and grew, along with his prick, as they flirted in the equipment room. It had taken all his self control to stop from tearing her clothes off and fucking her senseless. The doors pinged open and Brandon spilled out into the parking lot, hoping a stiff walk would wane his stiff prick. His boots echoed around the garage, and he wandered up the ramp and across the street, jumping on a conveniently stopped bus for the ride to the station house. He sat and stared out of the window, watching the morning sun rise above the city, watching the people waking up and heading into work, and watching the criminals stir from their slumber and skulk to their corners.
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