Mr. Dillinger was ruthless, both in the bedroom and in the boardroom.

He was at his most ruthless when the boardroom became the bedroom, spreading secretaries and interns across the rich maple desk, enjoying both moments of shock and submission - the first at his advance, his hands fearless and firm, the clear command in his touch, and the second at his thick, monster cock.

The subtle but inevitable conflict in their wide mascara’d eyes made him so hard: they’d already gone too far to stop, but… this?

Things get very real very fast when you’re staring at the biggest fucking cock you’ve ever seen.

This photo drives me mental.

It’s the man in the back. His detached intensity makes me so wet.

No wait, it’s her, with that look on her face. Pain, humiliation, desire, pleasure. It’s a fucking miracle in a detachable bra.

Oh shit. Sorry, no, it’s definitely the guy she’s riding, specifically that grip on her hips. Driving her onto his thick, bobbing dick, his face blazing with exertion.

And watching with focus is that fucking groom in the back. Wait. Okay, it’s definitely him, his cock hard as concrete under his still, carefully folded hands. 

This photo drives me mental.

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Now I’m just confused.

Is this an office? A jail? A mail room? A kennel? A girl’s school?

How am I supposed to build a fantasy around this confusing moment? Readers?