Samuel Colt and Rob Nelson fuck

Samuel Colt grips Rob Nelson’s hips, his fingers digging into the suit jacket as the other man’s tongue swipes deep into his mouth, then shoves him onto the couch, yanking the tie loose before his hands slide down to spread him open. Rob Nelson arches, his cock already thick and flushed as Colt’s mouth seals around the head, teeth scraping just hard enough to make him gasp, while his own fingers work the other’s asshole, slick and eager. The suit jacket pools at their feet as they tear at each other, skin slapping skin, the couch creaking under their weight.