Austin Ryan fucks Andrew Fitch

Austin Ryan pins Andrew Fitch against the desk while the globe rolls between them, his fingers tracing the tight ring of his hole before pulling back to tease. The dark-haired, tattooed man kneels, tongue swirling around the puckered entrance as Fitch arches into the touch, gripping the edge of the desk. They strip in place, buttons fly, shirts drop, until only the heat of their bodies and the sharp lines of ink remain.