Taking Care Of Business

Craig Marks, the top salesman with a killer instinct, arrives late to the company retreat and fumes at missing the action. Luck smiles on him, though—Sean Weiss lingers, eager to make up for lost time. They tear around their boss's sun-drenched Spanish villa in a breathless race, laughter echoing off white stucco walls. Sean bolts up the grand staircase first, but in the scramble, his hands snag Craig's waistband. The pants drop, baring Craig's firm, smooth ass to the warm air. Craig doesn't flinch; instead, he shoots a wicked grin over his shoulder and beckons the ginger hunk closer. 'Go on, taste it.' Clothes scatter like forgotten promises, leaving them stark naked on those polished steps. They twist into a frenzy of positions—impossible angles that defy gravity—rimming with hungry laps, sucking deep and urgent, then fucking raw and relentless, skin slapping skin. Craig mounts Sean, riding hard until he shudders to a peak. Breath ragged, they stumble to the living room, claiming the boss's pristine space as their own. Craig flips the script, pinning Sean beneath him, thrusting with a salesman's precision. They switch again, passions flipping like a deal gone wild, until both erupt in hot, sticky ropes across Craig's chiseled torso, marking victory in the afterglow.