Preston Steel and Trevor Bridge

Preston Steel pins Trevor Bridge down on a couch, his tattoos glinting under the office lights as he strips off his suit jacket. Trevor’s fingers dig into the armrest while Preston’s mouth seals over his cock, the small white cloth between them catching the slick sounds of suction. One hand grips Preston’s wrist, the other jerks himself off against the chairback, cum spilling over his knuckles as Preston flips him onto his back and drives into him hard. The tie loosens, the chair creaks, and the only thing left is the, unbroken thrust of one man holding the other in place.