Laid-Off

Alessio Romero strides into Clay Towers's office, heart pounding with dread. The news hits hard: he's laid off. But the real kicker? To snag his severance, he must surrender to his sadistic boss. Alessio's no idiot. Clay's scorching hot, after all. So he bends, figuring one door slams shut while another yawns wide—his ass and mouth, eager and exposed. Clay wastes no time. He strips his hunky subordinate bare with rough hands, groping firm muscles, claiming hungry kisses, jerking Alessio around like prized possession. Alessio drops to his knees then, worshipping that thick cock. He gulps it down, throat stretching around the full length, urging Clay to unleash a savage facefuck. Spit slicks his chin as he chokes and pleads for more. The boss craves deeper conquest. He yanks Alessio's cheeks apart, buries his tongue in that hairy crack, rimming with fierce laps that make Alessio shudder. Fingers follow—two thick digits plunging into his tight ass, twisting and probing, priming him for the pounding to come. Clay's eyes gleam with dark promise. He delivers. Clay spears into Alessio's hole first from behind, hips slamming with relentless power. They shift—missionary, legs hooked over shoulders, then riding hard as Alessio bounces on that unyielding shaft. Thrusts pound deep, bodies slick and straining. Finally, ecstasy erupts. Clay floods Alessio's ass with hot spurts, while Alessio's own cock erupts ropes of cream across his chest, both men gasping in raw release.