Work It Up

Alam Wernik settles back into the office rhythm, that earlier slacks fiasco fading like a bad dream. His colleague Mateo Fernandez fires up his computer, only to stumble upon a video—Alam, lost in ecstasy, riding a fuck machine into his insatiable ass. Mateo's cock stiffens instantly. He frees his uncut length and strokes it with urgent pulls. Alam catches the motion, eyes widening. Mateo smirks, taunting the tech whiz by waving his thick shaft like a challenge, then slaps it against the desk—thwack, thwack—echoing their shared hunger. Alam reads the invitation clear as code. He beckons Mateo to his desk, drops to his knees, and meets that swinging meat head-on. He starts at the tip, tongue tracing the foreskin with deliberate swirls, then descends to the heavy balls, sucking them in turn. Mateo groans as Alam engulfs the full pole, throat relaxing to take it deep, saliva slicking every inch. Satisfied, Alam rises and bends over, offering his succulent hole like forbidden fruit. Mateo wastes no time— he dives in, tongue plunging deep, fucking Alam's famous ass with wet, probing thrusts to lube it for what's next. Alam begs for more, voice husky with need. Mateo obliges, gripping hips and sliding his thick cock in, inch by relentless inch, until he's buried to the hilt in that eager heat. Alam clutches the desk's edge, knuckles white, as Mateo pounds him hard—rhythmic, unyielding slams that shake the frame. They shift: Alam on his back now, legs spread wide, one hand stroking his own uncut cock in time with the thrusts. Mateo's deep inside, stretching him full, when Alam shatters— a thick load erupts, spurting across his sweat-slick abs in hot ropes. Mateo withdraws with a gasp, then unleashes his own release, glazing Alam's spent cock and balls with creamy spurts that mingle and drip.