The clock's hands slowly creep towards midnight, yet the office remains ablaze with the heat of François Sagat and Tyler Berg's unbridled lust. In the quiet, their heavy breaths mingle with the distant hum of the office equipment. Sagat, a tower of muscle and power, towers over Berg, his suit clinging to his physique like a second skin. Berg, his eyes gleaming with desire, drops to his knees, his hands trembling as he unzips Sagat's pants, revealing a cock that's as impressive as it is intimidating. Berg takes it like a champ, his mouth stretching wide, his tongue swirling around Sagat's length, his lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. Sagat, his eyes closed in ecstasy, fucks Berg's mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his grunts echoing in the empty office, a symphony of raw, unadulterated pleasure.