Frustrated with myself, I headed toward the office, thinking a little accounting might just help me get my head on straight. Or bore me to fucking tears. Either way, it would take care of my raging hard-on. Math could kill anything. It was better than fire. There were other, much more enjoyable ways to deal with it, but it was Nadia I wanted. Her slick heat. Her cunt gripping me tight. Her cum coating me. Rosie Palmer and her five friends were a sad fucking substitute.
