Cute in a suit, but dark and mean, Andrew Stark is working away in the conference room with Kurt Von Ryder. They tap on their laptops as the seconds tick away, but neither of them has his mind on work. How can you with such sexual chemistry in the room? Someone has to give in to it. Andrew does, he scribbles out a note in silence and waves it across the table to his workmate, ‘I wanna fuck you,’ it says. Simple and to the point. Kurt considers, but it doesn’t take long for him to make up his mind.
Before long he’s got Andrew’s pants open and down and is chewing on his nine inch cut cock, slowly at first and the harder as he gets his face fucked. After five minutes of this it is Andrew’s turn to get some work done and he does, on Kurt’s seven and a half inches which is boldly tenting out the front of his black underwear. But the message did say ‘I wanna fuck you’ and that’s really what the guys have their minds set on. First with a finger, then two, then more, and the way ahead is open. A quick slap to warm the ass cheeks and Kurt is ready to take his pleasure from taking that hard shaft.
The guys fuck over the conference table, and on it, as Kurt rides that cock sitting-style, his own dick and nuts bouncing around as the sound of flesh on flesh echoes in the room. The office bottom is on his back, fucked sideways, beating his own meat until he shoots, up and onto his toned body. Andrew unloads onto his mate’s nuts and they can both agree, that was a pretty hot meeting.