Berke Banks and Parker London

Berke Banks, broad-shouldered and inked with a thicket of dark hair, pins Parker London to the desk while his fingers dig into the other’s ass, the chair creaking under their weight as he works his way down. Parker, clean-shaven and corded with muscle, grips Berke’s cock in his mouth, the desk’s edge biting into his hips as he takes every inch while Berke’s hand slides between his legs. The air hums with the wet sound of sucking and the rough rasp of fingers working, the office chair forgotten as they lean into each other, one dominating, the other taking it all.