Work From Home

Tristan Hunter savors the perks of working from home. He skips pants entirely during video calls, lounging in comfort. Regular cum breaks keep his rhythm steady. Trouble strikes when he forgets to end the meeting. There, sprawled on his bed, he strokes his long, thick cock—unaware his coworkers watch every grip and glide. Shock ripples through the virtual room as Jim Fit, fresh from the shower, steps into view. Water droplets still cling to his skin. Without a word, Jim drops to his knees and swallows Tristan's entire length, lips sealing tight around the base. Tristan moans, oblivious to the audience, his hand threading into Jim's damp hair. Facing the open laptop, Tristan flips the script. He pulls Jim onto the bed, buries his face between those firm cheeks, tongue delving deep with hungry laps. Jim arches, gasping. Then Tristan invites him closer—come ride me, bare and raw. Jim straddles him, sinking down onto that rigid pole, inch by throbbing inch. The horny bottom bounces with abandon. He jerks his own erection in fierce tugs one moment, then lets it slap free against his belly the next, flopping wildly as his body rises and falls. Tristan's thick shaft stretches him wide, claiming every plunge. Jim shifts to his back, legs splayed. Tristan ramps it up, pounding fast and deep, hips slamming with relentless force. Sweat slicks their skin. They erupt together—creamy ropes arcing from both cocks, splattering Jim's heaving chest and abs in hot, sticky lines. Afternoon break over, Tristan finally notices the frozen faces on screen. Will this bedroom spectacle factor into his next review? A performance no one saw coming.