Pumping for Promotion

Seamus O'Reilly sits on the office toilet, magazine open, fat ginger dick in his fist. The stall door swings and Dale Savage steps in. He clocks the scene. One slow blink later he drops to his knees. Seamus mutters "Daddy" under his breath and the boss’s stare softens. Dale opens his throat around the thick length, tongue tracing every vein. When Dale stands, Seamus returns the favor, gagging on his boss’s heavy meat until it’s stiff and wet. Dale bends the younger man over the sink, spits on the pink ring, then moves him to the table on all fours. A clenched fist pushes past the rim, wrist deep in one steady thrust. Seamus grinds down, swallowing forearm to elbow, hole stretched wide. Dale pulls back, then drives in again, pounding deep until Seamus shoots thick ropes over his own red bush, hole still pulsing around the buried fist.