Ask to give him head

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The two of you heated and on the road to what you both understood would be a very nice experience, you push Alex more insistently against the desk, a mirror to how Johnson had been not too long ago. As you kissed your good friend, you couldn't help but feel his neglected cock pushing against your clothes. He was so hard, it was a crime to leave him in such a needy state. You humm, playfully nipping at his throat.

"I'm sorry for watching your private performance"

Alex chuckled, waving off your concern. "No harm done, really. I'm used - ugh - used to your antics by now."

You smirked, feigning innocence neither of you believed you possessed. "Well, I do try my best to keep you on your toes." With a more sensual tone, you added, "But seriously, I didn't mean to cross any lines. Let me make it up to you."

Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering for a moment. "Consider it an apology," you said with a playful smile.

Alex raised an eyebrow but couldn't help but grin. "An apology, huh? I could get used to this."

Your fingers traced a light pattern on his arm as you continued, "And to make it up to you even more, how about a massage? I heard you complaining about those elder roots earlier."

"You don't have to do that," Alex insisted, but you were insistent. Ignoring his half-hearted affirmations. You could see in his posture how much he wanted this.

you dropped to your knees, positioning yourself in front of him. Alex stared down at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement as you began to massage his legs. The banter continued as you worked your magic on his tense muscles.

"You're too sensitive, Alex. Just admit it," you teased, your fingers working their way expertly along his calves, until finally you pulled your hand to your mouth, spitting into your palm so that when you circled his base, the wet glide would be miles ahead of a dry handy that you could have offered.

Alexs eyes rolled, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice "Or maybe you're just too rough. Ever think about that?"

"Rough? Me? Never," you retorted, giving him a playful squeeze "Now hush up and enjoy what I'm doing to you already"


Go down on Alex

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