Sherman Maus Takes Lord Vigor’s Fist & Cock

Lord Vigor had endured Sherman Maus’s demands all week. Now, Sherman was the one at his mercy. Lord Vigor stapled Sherman’s tie to the desk, a final act of control. He pulled down Sherman’s pants, revealing the man’s jockstrap. With a lubed fist, Lord Vigor began to work on Sherman Maus, stretching him open before replacing his hand with his own thick cock. He gave Sherman no quarter, relentlessly alternating between fisting and fucking the older man. Lord Vigor bred Sherman Maus deep, claiming the foreman completely. When Lord Vigor was finished, Sherman’s well-used hole gaped, a cum-smeared rosebud protruding from the wrecked slit. Sherman Maus belonged to Lord Vigor now.