Eric Lenn and Gregor Gilead

Eric Lenn grips Gregor Gilead’s hips as he slams into his ass, the drawer’s edge biting into his knuckles, bareback, no barrier between them. Gregor’s clean-shaven jaw tightens, his dark hair slick with sweat as Eric’s tattoos drag against his back, fingers already working his hole open before the first rough thrust. The bearded man’s grip never loosens, his cock buried deep while Gregor moans around Eric’s wrist, tongue tracing the salt of his skin.