Nailed

In the dimly lit office, Marc Williams leans forward, filling out the mechanic job application with steady hands. Marco Paris, his boss, fixes him with a knowing gaze. 'The golden rule here,' Marco says, voice low and smooth, 'is that customers always come first.' The words hang in the air, charged. It doesn't take long before they're locked in a feverish contest, each man hell-bent on pushing the other over the edge. Marco straddles Marc's lap, sinking down onto that thick, throbbing black cock, riding it with urgent rolls of his hips. Sweat beads on their skin as Marco grinds deeper, chasing the raw pulse of release, while Marc thrusts up to meet him, their breaths ragged, bodies slamming together in a slick, unrelenting rhythm.