Sir Peter Drills Raw Ethan Chase

Ethan Chase and Sir Peter ignite in an office’s sterile glow as Ethan’s suit-clad form locks eyes with the tech contractor—a primal hum of mutual hunger. Peter finishes his work, then leans in, voice low: “You were watching.” Ethan’s throat tightens, tie loosened as Peter’s fingers trace his collar. No words—just a shove against the desk, ties yanked loose, shirts torn open. Peter’s cock spears Ethan’s ass, raw and urgent, against the server rack’s hum. Cum stains Ethan’s suit, sealing their pact: lust over logic, power in every punishing thrust until the office reeks of sweat, sperm, and stolen control.