Xavi Duran and Sergyo Caruso indulge in this grimy, wild, public restroom session, where corporate repression collides with filth. Xavi—suit-clad, pent-up, and oozing dominant energy—abandons his desk-job drudgery to hunt for sleaze in a notorious cruising spot, his thick, uncut cock already leaking at the thought of anonymous worship. Enter Sergyo Caruso, a lean, muscled mechanic radiating “straight-guy curiosity,” whose hesitant glances at the urinal send Xavi into predator mode.
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Xavi backs Sergyo into a graffiti-tagged stall, throat-fucking him raw while pinning his wrists to the wall. “Suck it like you’ve wanted to,” Xavi snarls, dress shoes crunching paper towels as he rams deeper, tears streaking Sergyo’s face. But Xavi’s hunger isn’t sated—he flips the mechanic, spits on his hole, and claims him roughly, the stall door rattling like a war drum under their brutal rhythm.
Sergyo’s resistance melts into desperate moans, his “straight” facade crumbling as Xavi’s cock rearranges his guts. “Take it, bitch—you’re mine now,” Xavi growls, pounding him doggystyle until Sergyo’s untouched cock erupts, painting the filthy floor. Xavi finishes by blasting the younger man’s face, leaving him a cum-glazed, trembling mess—proof that even reluctant sluts fall hard for a corporate wolf in heat.
