Surveillance

Marcel Eugene patrols the warehouse like he owns the night. Kyle Michaels mops floors in silence, but heat hangs between them. When the doors lock, Kyle drops his pants. Marcel’s hand lands hard on the jockstrap stretched across Kyle’s ass, leaving red prints. Kyle pushes back for more. Marcel spits, works his tongue in, then rolls a cold metal pinwheel over the same skin. The custodian shivers and spreads. The guard swaps tongue for lube, pushes an oversized plug deep. Kyle takes it to the base and rocks on it. Marcel yanks the plug free, frees his thick cock, and drives in raw. Boots planted, hips slamming, he breeds Kyle deep, filling the sling with every thrust until cum leaks down the custodian’s thighs.