Joey Mills and Jake Preston

Joey Mills grips Jake Preston’s tie, pulling him close as their mouths crash together, then Jake drops to his knees, tongue deep in Joey’s throat while the classroom desk creaks beneath him. The blond stands rigid, fingers tracing the tight lines of Jake’s ass as he works his way down, lips sealing around the puckered hole before sliding two fingers inside. No barrier, no hesitation: just the slick heat of bareback as Jake’s hands grip Joey’s thighs, fingers never stopping, never letting go.