Cameron Adams and Trevor Knight

Cameron Adams kneels over Trevor Knight’s lap while the bearded one grips his own cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum as he pumps himself. The desk behind them holds a half-empty coffee cup, its rim stained, while Adams’ tongue traces the tight ring of Knight’s asshole, his own cock already buried deep inside. Knight’s hands grip the chair’s armrests, his body arched as Adams fingers his hole before slamming back in, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the office.