As soon as I’ve removed my thong, Cole reaches under my bare ass cheeks and lifts me up. He’s carrying my entire body weight in his hands, but I feel secure. His hands are large and firm, and his physique is muscled from years of manual labor..
“Wrap your legs around me,” Cole says.
I wrap my toned legs around Cole's waist. Unlike the other Iron Brothers who are sporting mostly jeans and leather jackets, Cole is dressed in formal business attire. He’s told me that as the face of the organization, he needs to portray a certain image.
“Grab my neck for support,” he says. Once my arms are latched securely around his neck, Cole lets go of his grip around my petite waist. I watch as he pulls off his suit jacket and tosses it to the ground. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and I wa
