Stock: Sentenced

As the workers file out, Tyler Hill finds himself alone with Boris Yelson, the air thick with unspoken promise. Hill leans in, his tongue tracing the length of Yelson's uncut cock, savoring the salty tang like a forbidden delicacy. Yelson responds with hunger, his mouth devouring Hill's shaft, fingers stroking firm and deliberate while he sucks with rhythmic greed. They switch seamlessly, Hill plunging deep into Yelson's tight heat, then yielding as Yelson claims him in turn, bodies slick and urgent in their mutual conquest.