The banker in his crisp light blue shirt and suspenders kneels, his fingers tightening around the camera as he captures every thrust, his dark hair framing a face that’s all precision and control. His clean-shaven jaw doesn’t soften the grip of his hand, it’s the steady hand that guides the lens while his mouth takes the cock in deep, slow pulls, the tie loosening just enough to let the weight of the moment settle. The camera clicks, but the real focus is the way his throat works around the shaft, the way his grip shifts when he swallows hard, the way the light blue of his shirt contrasts with the dark wetness of his lips.
