Berke Banks and Tommy Defendi

Berke Banks grips Tommy Defendi’s hips, his beard rough against the other man’s bare chest as he slams into him from behind, the kitchen countertop splintered under Tommy’s knuckles. Tommy takes Berke’s cock deep, his throat working around the thick shaft while Berke’s fingers dig into his ass, stretching him open before the first hard thrust. The sink’s cold porcelain bites into Tommy’s stomach as Berke’s breath comes in ragged bursts, each drive pushing him deeper into the sink’s edge.