Extra flavour to the dish

Shaun Mann grips Drake Law’s hips while Josh Parker kneels behind him, his tongue already tracing the crack of his ass as the three lean against the counter, uniforms rumpled and caps askew. Drake’s fingers dig into the countertop, his breath hitching as Parker’s mouth seals over his hole, the kitchen air thick with the scent of oil and sweat. Mann’s hands slide up Drake’s back, pulling him flush against Parker’s face, their bodies tangled in a rhythm that starts slow and builds without pause.