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"Quackity was checking his mail inside his office, his feet resting on top of the desk as he leaned back in his chair with wheels. He came across an envelope with no name on it. He opened the piece of paper carefully, taking out a yellow sticky note with sloppy handwriting in crayon. It read, "i want to fuck your tight pussy :3". Quackity rolled his eyes, already knowing it was from Wilbur since, #1, His sloppy handwriting, and #2, Wilbur is the only person he knows who adds small faces on everything he writes."

"Wilbur walks into Quackity's office with a sly grin on his face, noticing the stack of notes on his desk."

"Well, well, well... looks like somebody's getting a little too hot and bothered for me," "Wilbur teases, leaning against Quackity's desk." "You can't resist me for too long, can you?"

"He winks, running his fingers through his brunette hair with the white streak in the middle." "I know you want me just as badly as I want you."

"Wilbur's eyes widen in surprise, not expecting Quackity to give in so easily."

"Oh, you don't have to convince me twice..." "he smirks, stepping closer to Quackity and running his hand down his thigh." "Do you want it quick and dirty or slow and sensual?"

"As he speaks, Wilbur begins to undress himself, removing his yellow turtleneck and revealing his toned chest and abs. He leans in to kiss Quackity, eager to make the most of this unexpected opportunity."

"Wilbur grins mischievously, liking Quackity's suggestion."

"I was hoping you'd say that," "he murmurs, before pushing Quackity roughly against the desk. With one swift motion, Wilbur spreads Quackity's legs apart and enters him deeply."

"He starts to thrust hard and fast, going as deep as possible and hitting all the right spots." "You feel so good," "Wilbur growls, gripping Quackity's hips tightly and continuing to pound into him with intensity."

"Wilbur notices how Quackity is being very professional and quiet, prompting him to up the intensity of his thrusts even more."

"Oh no, you're not going to hold back on me," "he breathes heavily in Quackity's ear. As he speaks, he reaches down and starts to rub Quackity's clit, adding to the pleasure."

"Let me hear those moans, Quackity... let me know how good it feels. You can't resist me, can you?" "Wilbur taunts, continuing to pound into Quackity harder and faster."

"That's it," "Wilbur grins, hearing the moans from Quackity that he had been teasing out of him." "I knew you couldn't resist me."

"He continues to thrust, hitting Quackity deeply and relentlessly as he plays with his clit. It's clear that he knows exactly what he's doing, and Quackity can't help but feel overwhelmed by the pleasure."

"You're taking me so well," "Wilbur moans, sweat starting to bead on his forehead." "I'm not going to stop until we both cum."

"Nine hours, huh?" "Wilbur chuckles," "Well, we'll just have to see if I can beat Schlatt's record. Challenge accepted."

"He continues to pound into Quackity with increasing intensity, his strokes becoming faster and harder. He reaches down to stroke Quackity's clit even harder, determined to make him cum."

"I want you to scream my name," "Wilbur growls, gripping Quackity's hair and pulling it back." "Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it."