Totally Busted - Episode 9

Matt grabs the new hire by the nape of his neck and shoves him face-first into the padded table. Lube shines on his fingers as he works two inside, scissoring until the guy’s back arches and a broken sound escapes his throat. The hidden crew keeps the cameras rolling while Matt lines up and pushes in, slow at first, then harder, the slap of skin loud in the small room. The rookie claws at the table edges, panting, sweat sliding down his spine. Matt’s hand finds the small of his back, holds him steady, and starts fucking him in long, deliberate strokes that turn ragged when the angle shifts. One of the guys on the crew laughs quietly off-camera, but Matt ignores it, leaning down to bite the shell of the guy’s ear while he drives deeper, hips snapping, the table creaking beneath them. The rookie comes first, spilling across the edge of the table without a hand on his cock, and Matt follows right after, buried to the hilt, breath hot against the back of the other man’s neck.