The Boss' Right Hand

Seamus O'Reilly and Axel Abysse are stuck at the office, grinding through reports and bitching about their boss. Axel clocks the size of Seamus' hands and doesn't fuck around. He yanks Seamus' pants open and swallows that big cock whole. The taste is thick, salty, perfect, but Axel keeps thinking about Seamus' furry hole. Seamus figures it out fast. He turns, drops over the desk, boots still planted. Axel buries his face between those cheeks and works his tongue in until Seamus is slick and open. Then he gloves up. Two thick fists take turns sliding past the rim, wrist-deep, one after the other, opening Seamus wider each time. Seamus groans, pushes back, then climbs onto the desk and rides. He drops hard, taking Axel's fist to the knuckles, punching himself inside out. His rosebud blooms bright and raw. When Axel keeps punching, Seamus shoots across his own chest, boots kicking, every load earned.