Laid-Off

Conner Habib, the office worrywart, won't stop yapping about layoffs, his voice a relentless drone. Girth Brooks and Colby Keller exchange glances, irritation sparking their scheme. They grab him, pin him down—immobilizing the chatterbox in seconds. Girth thrusts his thick cock into Conner's mouth, silencing him fast. Colby follows, shoving his rigid shaft down that throat, stretching it wide. They shift into a daisy chain of rimming, tongues delving deep. Colby laps at Conner's tight hole while Conner buries his face in Girth's ass, savoring the musky heat. Conner holds the middle, resuming his sloppy blowjob on Girth's throbbing length. Colby positions himself and drives in, piledriving Conner's ass with relentless force—each slam a punctuation to the moans. Conner gags on those two monster slabs, saliva dripping, his body a conduit for their hunger. Girth's cock pumps deep into his hole now, filling him utterly, drawing out guttural moans that vibrate around the meat in his mouth. Colby drops his weight, sitting full on Conner's face, smothering him in sweat-slicked cheeks and that probing tongue. Transported to hog heaven, Conner forgets the job woes, lost in the raw bliss. They realign: Girth screws into Colby, who bones Conner hard. Linked by those massive cocks and the petty drama of the workday, the three men thrust in sync—bodies slapping, breaths ragged. Tension unravels in waves, culminating in three milky blasts of cum, splattering hot and final.