Thanksgiving Kitchen Fuck

Trent Marx’s blond, smooth body bends over the counter as Tony Genius grips his hips, his bearded jaw locked tight around Trent’s cock while his tattooed fingers trace the seam of his ass. The orange tie binds Trent’s wrists behind him, forcing him open for Tony’s tongue, first at his hole, then deeper, his fingers working in tandem until Trent’s breath hitches against the cold metal of the sink. When Tony finally drives into him, the kitchen’s hard surfaces amplify every thrust, the sound of flesh slapping skin the only warning before Trent’s release spills down his chin.