Secret handjob in the back of the store by my buddy

What could be more thrilling than a clandestine handjob in the confines of the store's rear? My buddy, with an insatiable craving for carnal pleasure, seizes every opportunity to indulge in his desires. As the hustle and bustle of the store subsided, he couldn't resist the allure of the moment. His skilled hands found their way to my throbbing member, concealed from prying eyes. The anticipation mounted as he expertly stroked me, his eyes gleaming with lust. The store's backroom, a place of mundane inventory checks, transformed into a hotbed of secret desire. His every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, heightening the experience. The thrill of getting caught only fueled our passion, driving us to new heights of ecstasy. As he brought me to a shuddering climax, the taste of forbidden fruit was too sweet to ignore. The store may have been closed, but our secret, steamy rendezvous was just beginning.