Custodian of the Hole

Custodian Ashley Ryder is mopping the floor when executive Derek Cline storms in and tracks dirt across the fresh shine. Derek chuckles like it’s funny. Ashley’s jaw tightens. He slams the mop into the bucket, grabs Derek by the collar, and drops him onto the bench. Boots squeak on wet tile. Ashley yanks Derek’s tie loose, strips his shirt, yanks the jock aside, and sinks to his knees. He swallows the thick cock whole, nose pressed to Derek’s pubes, throat working without mercy. Spit drips down the shaft. Ashley spins Derek, spreads his cheeks, and eats the smooth hole like he’s starving. Then he snatches the mop handle, lubes the end, and shoves it straight up Derek’s ass. The wooden pole disappears inch by inch. When the mop comes out slick, Ashley gloves up and pushes his whole fist inside instead. Knuckles pop past the rim; Derek gasps but pushes back. Ashley works the fist deeper, twisting, stretching. He flips Derek onto his back, boots in the air, and drives in harder—fast, relentless punches that make Derek’s cock bounce. Derek grips his own thighs, hole swallowing to the wrist now. Sweat beads on his abs. When Derek stands and squats onto the fist again, the glove vanishes past the wristwatch. Derek rides it, hole clenching, then arches back and shoots thick ropes across his stomach, cum landing hot between the ridges of muscle while Ashley’s fist stays buried inside.