NCIS: The Inside Story Ch. 03

His hand was now a blur on his shaft. He stroked it faster and harder. He felt his balls contract—then threw back his head and bit his lip to keep from crying-out.

His cum shot out of his cock like a cannon. The white spunk landed on his shirt and thighs. His lower body shook and spasmed until his balls were empty.

"Oh God, I needed that!" he said out loud.

When he recovered, he quickly adjusted his clothing. He saw a small puddle on his keyboard and carefully wiped it away. His mouth opened wide in a yawn. It had been a long day.

He felt guilty for indulging himself; he was sure his co-workers were totally focused on the investigation.