Armond Rizzo grips the desk edge as Connor Halstead kneels between his thighs, fingers already working his cock through the blue underwear. The smooth, dark-haired man leans back, letting Halstead’s mouth take him deep while his own hand wraps tight around his own shaft. The office desk holds them both, one pinned, the other moving between thrusts and licks, the air thick with the sound of skin and the wet slap of flesh.
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