Mike Manchester fucks Peston Andrews

Mike Manchester’s beard scrapes against the younger man’s chest as he grips his shoulders, tongue thick with the salt of his own sweat. The red-haired one kneels behind him, fingers probing deep while the desk creaks under bent knees, chair legs digging into the floor. Manchester’s cock swells in the younger man’s mouth, his grip tightening as the asshole is stretched open, no lube, just the wet friction of desperate need. They end where they started, but nothing’s left but, uncut hunger.