Harlemsex Industrial Deep-throat
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That night at his office building was something fresh for us. We'd spent time together before, but this was the very first time I'd stepped into his world, his domain. He'd always been a mystery in some ways, the type of fellow who lets his deeds do most of the talking. But seeing him in his element, ambling thru his property with relief and ownership, added a whole fresh layer to the intrigue. He possessed the whole building, every room, every corridor, and every detail reflected his success. A driven Black entrepreneur with his forearms in more projects than I could very likely count. There was a sharpness to him, but it was understated never flashy, never over the top. He had that noiseless power, the kind you sensed more than saw. And ambling thru the place with him, it became clear that this wasn't just another office building. It was a lump of him, an extension of the vision he'd been building for years. When he asked me to meet him there that night, it sensed casual, like just another evening together. But the moment I ambled inside, I knew it wasn't going to be a typical night. The building was empty, the sink into a faint hum of machines and fluorescent lights cramming the air. He flashed me around, his voice dipping into a mix up of pride and playfulness as he explained the industrial and scientific rig xxxxtered throughout. Half the terms he used flew over my head, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, the way he moved thru the space like it was his kingdom. 'You don't indeed care about any of this, do you?' he asked, turning to me with that sly smirk I'd come to love. Before I could respond, he added, 'It's okay. That's not why I brought you here.' His words draped in the air, strenuous and deliberate. He stepped closer, and all of a sudden the vast, noiseless building sensed impossibly small. 'I desired you here because I desired to taste you,' he said, his voice low and inviting.
That night at his office building was something fresh for us. We'd spent time together before, but this was the very first time I'd stepped into his world, his domain. He'd always been a mystery in some ways, the type of fellow who lets his deeds do most of the talking. But seeing him in his element, ambling thru his property with relief and ownership, added a whole fresh layer to the intrigue. He possessed the whole building, every room, every corridor, and every detail reflected his success. A driven Black entrepreneur with his forearms in more projects than I could very likely count. There was a sharpness to him, but it was understated never flashy, never over the top. He had that noiseless power, the kind you sensed more than saw. And ambling thru the place with him, it became clear that this wasn't just another office building. It was a lump of him, an extension of the vision he'd been building for years. When he asked me to meet him there that night, it sensed casual, like just another evening together. But the moment I ambled inside, I knew it wasn't going to be a typical night. The building was empty, the sink into a faint hum of machines and fluorescent lights cramming the air. He flashed me around, his voice dipping into a mix up of pride and playfulness as he explained the industrial and scientific rig xxxxtered throughout. Half the terms he used flew over my head, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, the way he moved thru the space like it was his kingdom. 'You don't indeed care about any of this, do you?' he asked, turning to me with that sly smirk I'd come to love. Before I could respond, he added, 'It's okay. That's not why I brought you here.' His words draped in the air, strenuous and deliberate. He stepped closer, and all of a sudden the vast, noiseless building sensed impossibly small. 'I desired you here because I desired to taste you,' he said, his voice low and inviting.
Added: 2025-05-11 • Views: 0 • Duration: 19:31
