The Barcelona Job

Sir Peter and Rhyheim Shabazz, those slick master thieves, finally clutch the NakedSword Diamond in their greedy hands. They turn to their sharp associate, Randhy Junior, and send him off to fence the glittering prize to Markin Wolf, the city's slyest smuggler. In a dimly lit office, suits crisp and eyes sharp, the two strangers size each other up. Suspense crackles like static. Then it snaps. Markin drops to his knees, lips parting to swallow Randhy's curved cock deep into his throat, gulping it down with hungry rhythm. Randhy grips the edge of the conference table, thrusts building as he bends Markin over the polished wood and drives in bareback—raw, relentless, skin slapping skin. They shift right there in the office heart, bodies slick with sweat, fucking with a fire that scorches the air. Passion boils over, unfiltered and fierce. Finally, they stroke themselves to the edge, cocks pulsing, and blow thick loads across the room in shuddering release.