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Suited Muscle Vore
Muscle Preds - dressed for success
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"So, let me see if I understand this correctly. You want to sign over, you businesses, your trust fund, and the contents of all of your back accounts; all to spend an hour or two in here?" Frank said to the young man who had come into his legal office. he had to admit, it was an appealing deal. He didn't know how this guy knew he was a pred, but the extra money would make for an easy life and the youth Frank would get from digesting him would let him reclaim the years he'd spent studying in law school. "Deal!"
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This was the sight that Donovan had been dreaming off since he'd met his professor Dr. Phillips his first year of undergrad. Dr. Phillips was widely considered the hottest man on campus as well as it's most eligible bachelor. Donovan had even decided to switch his program *just* to be able to take courses with the man and despite never having had much of an aptitude for science found that Dr. Phillips' handsome face and bulging physique made it quite easy to pay attention during the lectures and provided and excellent motivator to do well. And it had all payed off when last year Dr. Phillips had asked Donovan if he'd be interested in TA-ing for a few of his courses. But once he'd started working closely with the man of his dreams he found it harder and harder to stay dedicated to his studies and work; it felt as if he'd finally 'made it'. as such Donovan's work began to slid and he found it hard to complete all of the grading and other tasks that were asked of him by the Doctor. This - on the whole - wasn't a bad thing in Donovan's eyes as it prompted Dr. Phillips to schedule more meetings with him to keep track of and chastise him for being late on his work. Today had been one such meeting, late in the evening - which was unusual for the doctor. it was when the handsome professor had once again asked Donovan if he'd finished grading the projects for his section of the class and Donovan had responded *again* with some poor excuse for why he had not that this had happened. The professor had suddenly stood up from his desk and torn his shirt clean in half in front of Donovan. It was spending the evening daydreaming of this exact scene and many more that had *actually* cause Donovan to fail to fulfill his job. But now, Donovan sat there is quiet, ecstatic shock and the sheer display of power and sexuality at the display, exactly as Dr. Phillips had planned. Quickly the shirtless academic moved around his desk and grasped his startled assistant, whom he could tell was expecting a passionate but surprising moment of lustful dominance from him. quickly the Phillips had the younger man's whole head and shoulders in his throat, consuming him with ease and frustration. It wasn't until the first full swallow that Donovan seemed to regained his senses and started to resist but Dr. Phillips was practiced and far stronger than the 20-year-old. Soon he was swallowing the boy's hips, carelessly shredding the clothes off his meal. It was with a satisfy lurch of his belly that the bloated professor settled back into his chair; the cool silk of his tie draping over his distended and taut abdominals. Rubbing his slightly writhing midsection Dr. Phillips thought to himself; 'the shirt wasn't going to fit anymore anyway, and if he was going to have to miss a few gym sessions to catch up on all the work Donovan was behind on, the least the TA could do was help him maintain his impressive physique. He had to maintain his hottest man on campus status somehow after all.'
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