Steal The Night

In the dim glow of the private suite, houseboy Matt Skyler finally reveals his secret stash: a collection of sleek dildos, pilfered from the guests' private quarters. He sinks onto the bed, heart pounding, and eases a massive one inside himself. Inch by inch, it stretches him, filling him with a forbidden thrill. He thrusts it deeper, gasping, lost in the rhythm. Minutes tick by. The door swings open. Manager Dale Summer strides in, flanked by guests Marco Antonio and Nino Bacci. Their eyes lock on Matt, frozen mid-act, the dildo still buried deep. Nino's face flushes with alarm. 'That's our stuff,' he snaps at Dale. 'What the hell are you going to do about it?' Marco smirks, his gaze lingering on Matt's exposed form. An idea sparks in his eyes—a wicked, irresistible one. The air thickens with tension, then desire. What starts as confrontation ignites into a scorching foursome. They circle him, clothes shedding like whispers. Lips meet cocks, tongues trace every ridge and vein in eager oral worship. Rimming follows, hot and insistent—Dale's mouth devours Marco's ass while Nino laps at Matt's, circles tightening with each moan. Finally, they pair off. Marco claims Dale first, pinning him down and driving in with fierce, deliberate strokes that make Dale arch and beg. But the real frenzy builds around Matt. They gang up on him, one after another—cocks plunging into his mouth, his ass, relentless and raw. He takes it all, body quivering under the onslaught, the stolen dildo forgotten in the heat of their shared surrender.