Confessions - Volume 1: Episode 1

Jillian’s guilt’s eating her alive. That late-night fuck with Robby at the office? It keeps replaying, his hands everywhere, balls slapping her ass every time he drove it home. So she sits Donnie down, spills every dirty bit: how Robby bent her over the desk, the desk edge digging into her hips while he pounded like he owned the place. “That man knows how to fuck me,” she says straight out. Donnie pretends to listen, already halfway hard, and slips his fingers under his waistband to squeeze his swelling cock under the table. Each time Jillian describes the stretch, the mess, or the way Robby’s shaft twitched, his grip tightens—pre-cum slicking his palm. By the time she adds, “I couldn’t wait to taste his cum,” Donnie’s balls tighten and he’s jacking hard enough to bust, filling his boxers with thick, sticky shots. He hopes the sudden shift in his seat masks the warm, throbbing throb between his legs.