Champs

In the quiet hush before fetching his affluent employer, chauffeur Tom Hartung savors a stolen interlude. The blond Adonis, muscles taut under his crisp uniform, palms his swelling bulge with urgent need. Fabric strains. He peels away the jacket, unbuttons the shirt, trousers pooling at his ankles—naked now, cock throbbing free. The Rolls Royce's gleaming flank mirrors his desire back at him, a polished temptress urging him on. Hand wrapped tight, he strokes with building fury, hips bucking, until release surges forth in hot, gushing pulses.