WWW was my new addiction. No scratch that he was my obsession.

As I sat in my chair, my hand automatically traveled down my pants as I looked at the man on the screen. It was no surprise that I was soaking wet. My fingers circled my clit as the man leaned back in his office chair, taking off his surgical mask. He looked tired as he palmed his face in exhaustion.

His usually perfectly kept hair was rumpled. I could make it from his posture that his back must be hurting. He picked up his glasses that he had discarded on his table earlier before switching them for his surgical glasses, and placed them perfectly on the bridge of his nose. Pushing it slightly, with his knuckles such that it was perfectly placed.

My eyes were fixed on his muscles flexing as he moved around in his chair, he looked as hot in scrubs as he looked in a tight dress shirt or no shirt at all.

The more I looked at him, the faster my fingers circled my sloppy wet clit. It was swollen from how much I stimulated it lately and all that because of this gorgeous man on the screen. He kept on working looking at some of the patient files on his desk and then entered some information on his PC. Dude had no clue that he was being watched and I intended to keep it that way.

Something on his screen made him smile and the dimples that popped on his cheeks made me melt into my own hand. I pinched my clit a little harder than before as he leaned back into his chair, I leaned back in mine and moaned loudly as I came on my own fingers.

That's how much power this man has over me. Just the sight of his flexing biceps and those messy bed hair accompanied by those dimples and dark eyes were enough to make me climax in minutes.

I pulled my hand out of my pants and saw how sticky it was.

If he were here doing this to me, would he clean his fingers or taste me on his digits. I sat there wondering as I looked at him through my screen and wiped my fingers clean.

That’s when he shut his computer and got up from his chair, it was almost 8 in the evening meaning it was time for him to go home.

In an hour he would hit the gym, soaked in sweat and flexing his muscles the hardest while he worked out, giving me another reason to masturbate.

You would ask who or what is WWW? It’s a man you might have guessed till now. But his full name is William Wesly Wellington. Or @weslyrider for his online fans.

I stumbled across his social media account accidentally and the rest is history. I was hooked from the first video itself. In which he is wearing a three-piece suit and standing against a pitch-black motorcycle, wearing an equally dark helmet. Hiding his face. The next second the video transitions to a similar scene. Where he is standing against the same motorcycle, wearing the same helmet.

But this time he is only in his grey sweatpants hanging loose against his hips. His upper body is fully on display. The hard abs and the even harder chest splattered with hair are what catch my attention.

If I were in front of him, I would have my hands and my mouth all over this man. But unfortunately, I have to satisfy myself by watching him on screen.

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