The sun’s blazing, but Viktor Rom’s even hotter under the collar. The pool’s a mess, the wife’s about to barge in, and Viktor’s chill-out dreams are circling the drain. Meanwhile, Kova, the so-called pool boy, is just standing there, lazily wagging the hose and—oh, would you look at that—his perky ass is practically winking at Viktor from those tight shorts. Viktor’s patience snaps. He storms over, barking orders, but then his eyes get stuck on Kova’s thick rump, flexing with every lazy sway. Suddenly, Viktor’s not mad anymore—just horny as hell. He lays out a filthy offer: “Let me tear up that sweet ass and I’ll pump up your paycheck.” Kova’s a bit freaked at first, but the thought of easy cash and Viktor’s bulging crotch wins him over. Soon, the only thing getting cleaned is Kova’s insides. Viktor bends him over the pool’s side, pounding that tight, nervous hole until Kova’s moans echo off the tiles. Viktor doesn’t stop until Kova’s ass is wrecked, stretched wide and dripping, and then he finishes by blasting a sticky load right across Kova’s stunned face. Who knew job perks could get so dirty? Pool’s still filthy, but Kova’s wallet—and ass—are a whole lot fuller.

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