Fisting Theater

Teddy Bryce tested the new meat after Noah left. Alex Killian stepped up from mop duty, and Teddy put him straight to work. Alex dropped to his knees and swallowed Teddy’s fat cock in one wet slide until his nose hit skin. When the boss needed more, Alex spun him around and buried his tongue in the tattooed crack. Teddy pushed back, hungry for every lick. Lube hit skin. Alex pressed four fingers inside without resistance. The hole took the fist like it was starving for it. Knuckles vanished, wrist followed, then Alex drove the whole hand deep, twisting, grinding, stretching that used-up ring until the rosebud bloomed, shiny and swollen. Teddy begged him not to stop. Alex kept punching, pulling out just enough to watch the lips grip his wrist, then slamming back in. Teddy climbed onto the table, squatted over the clenched fist, and rode it hard. His hole swallowed the arm to the forearm, rising and dropping with slick, obscene sounds. Cum shot across Alex’s face in thick ropes while Teddy’s wrecked cunt pulsed around the buried hand. The question hung in the air: did Alex just fuck his way out of the janitor’s closet?