The secrete service: Part 2 (Patreon)

The Secret Service agent, an epitome of rugged handsomeness, stood tall in the center of the Oval Office. With a subtle smirk, he began to unbutton his crisp white shirt, his fingers working slowly and deliberately. He shrugged off the shirt, revealing a muscular chest and strong shoulders. His eyes flickered with a mischievous glint as he reached for the belt of his trousers, undoing it with a swift motion. The trousers slid down his legs, pooling at his feet, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers, his defined calves and thighs on display. The agent ran his hands through his hair, a mix of desire and anticipation in his eyes. He approached the iconic Resolute Desk, his body casting a shadow across its polished surface. With a deliberate movement, he turned, revealing his firm buttocks, and leaned forward, resting his palms on the desk.

His fingers trailed down his lower back, sending shivers down his spine. With one hand, he reached between his legs, his fingers finding their target. He gently probed his anus, circling the tight opening with a delicate touch. As he applied gentle pressure, his finger slipped inside, causing him to let out a soft moan. He worked his finger slowly, scissoring and stimulating himself, his breath quickening.

The agent's eyes closed in pleasure as he added a second finger, stretching and pleasuring himself. His body trembled as he reached deeper, his fingers working skillfully. His breath became more ragged, his mouth slightly open as soft moans escaped. With each thrust of his fingers, he felt a surge of pleasure, his body responding eagerly.

At the peak of his pleasure, he slowly withdrew his fingers, his breath catching. He turned his head, his eyes sparkling with desire, and brought his wet fingers to his mouth. He sucked his fingers slowly, one by one, tasting himself, his eyes closing in ecstasy. The sensation of his own taste sent shivers down his spine, intensifying the pleasure.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers, a satisfied smile on his lips. He straightened up, his eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. He quickly dressed, ensuring every detail was back in place, his secret pleasure hidden from the world. With one last glance around the room, he exited the Oval Office, leaving behind the memory of his forbidden indulgence.