Ari Sylvio and Mike Martinez

Ari Sylvio pins Mike Martinez to the exam chair while his tattooed arms flex, gripping the metal frame as his clean-shaven jaw works over the other’s neck. The office desk becomes a stage for Mike’s fingers slipping inside Ari’s tight hole, his own cock already slick with precome as the desk chair creaks under his weight. The air hums with the wet sounds of Ari’s mouth sealing around Mike’s thick shaft, his tongue tracing the vein before pulling back to let the head glisten. By the end, both are bare, Mike’s ass stretched open on the chair, Ari’s tattoos glistening with sweat as he drives into him with slow, deliberate thrusts.