Dustin Cooper’s thick cock hammers Preston Andrews’ tight hole while the blond’s fingers dig deep inside him, both slick with spit and lube. The desk creaks under their weight as Preston grips the edge, his dark hair matted with sweat, while Dustin’s muscular frame leans forward, his breath ragged against the clock ticking silently on the wall. They strip in place, no hesitation, just need, before the first hard thrust drives Preston’s back against the wood.
