Greased Up

Jesse Skyler, the commanding boss-man, pins Ryan Wagner against the desk with a firm hand on his throat. 'Priorities first,' Jesse growls, his voice low and unyielding. Ryan's cock hardens instantly, throbbing against the zipper of his slacks. Jesse yanks the belt free, shoves the pants down to Ryan's ankles. Naked now, vulnerable, Ryan's eyes lock on Jesse's. Jesse strokes his own thick shaft, veins pulsing, then aims it straight at Ryan's open mouth. Precum glistens at the tip like a promise. He thrusts in deep, filling Ryan's throat until he gags, tears welling. Jesse pulls back, just enough to let Ryan breathe, then plunges again. 'Swallow every drop,' he demands, hips snapping forward. Ryan does, eagerly, his own erection leaking onto the floor as Jesse unloads—hot spurts coating Ryan's tongue, proving his aim is true and his pleasure absolute.