Overload

In the dim glow of the bar, Ken Adkins called an informal huddle with his employee, Chip Daniels. The muscular boss dropped to his knees, his warm, wet tongue priming Chip's tight asshole with slow, deliberate laps. Chip gasped, gripping the bar's edge as Adkins rose, slick and ready. He thrust in deep, fucking Chip so hard the younger man teetered. Desperate for balance, Chip bent forward and clutched his own ankles, his body rocking with every powerful slam.