Jeremy Spreadums pins Dante Drackis down on the table, his grip tight as he drags his tongue along the other’s throat before pulling him up by the hair to sink into his mouth. Dante kneels, his fingers working Jeremy’s cock while his lips stretch around the thick shaft, the sound of wet suction filling the air. When Jeremy flips him onto his back, the table creaks under his weight as he lines up and drives into Dante’s hole, the two of them locked together in a rough, unbroken rhythm.
