Skin Tight

Jay Corey aches with raw hunger, his fingers fumbling at the crisp fabric of Matt Windsor's tailored suit. The muscle-stud stands tall, his bulge straining against the pants, commanding Jay's worship. Jay drops to his knees, devoted as a disciple, and frees Matt's thick cock. He wraps his lips around it, sucking with fervent pulls, tongue swirling the veined length until Matt groans low. Saliva glistens on the shaft as Jay works deeper, throat yielding to the girth. Then he urges Matt to turn, spreading those firm cheeks to bury his face in the heat. His tongue probes Matt's tight hole, lapping and circling with slick insistence, loosening the ring of muscle. Jay's own ass clenches in anticipation—he slicks his fingers, pushing them inside himself, stretching wide for what's coming. Ready now, pulsing with need. Matt positions behind him, suit jacket still draped over broad shoulders, and slides his cock in slow, deliberate inches. Jay gasps at the burn, the fullness invading him. Matt grips his hips and pounds hard, hips snapping with rhythmic force, each thrust driving deep into Jay's yielding heat. Sweat beads on their skin. The pace builds to a frenzy. Matt unloads first, hot spurts flooding Jay's core. Jay follows, his cock jerking untouched, spilling ropes across the floor in shuddering release.