Alexandro Cabrera & Dani Robles Have Sex In Suits

Dani Robles’s sneakers squeak on piss-glazed tile as he storms into the bathroom, screen still gripped in his sweaty palm—Squirt’s GPS pin burned into his brain. Alexandro Cabrera’s already there, leaning against the trough like a fucking predator, dick swinging heavy between his thighs. “Late,” he sneers, thumb brushing the leaking head of his cock. Dani’s tongue darts—nervous habit—as he fumbles his zipper down.

Alexandro lurches forward, fist snagging Dani’s collar. “Eyes here, puta,” he growls, shoving Dani’s face into his groin. Musk slaps him—sweat, precum, nicotine. Dani gags, lips stretching around the crown, saliva dripping as Alexandro grinds deeper. “Choke on it,” the man snarls, hips bucking, dick bulging Dani’s throat.

No buildup. Alexandro spins him, jeans ripped to his knees, spit smeared over his hole. Two calloused fingers cram in, scissoring rough. Dani hisses, back arching, cock jerking wildly. “F-fuck—harder!” Alexandro laughs, kneeing his legs apart. “Tell me when you break,” he taunts, ramming home dry.

Dani screams, nails clawing chipped ceramic. Alexandro’s pace punishes, balls slamming bruises into his ass. “Take it!” he roars, yanking Dani’s hair, forcing him upright. The stall rattles—thumpthumpthump—as Dani rides backward, impaled, grinding his prostate raw. “Gonna burst—”

Too late. Alexandro howls, grip vice-tight, cum blasting deep. Dani twitches, cock jumping, splatter hitting the mirror. “Lick it,” Alexandro orders, shoving him face-first into the mess. Dani’s tongue swirls, obedient, as the man zips up. “Same time tomorrow. Bring a friend.”