John Brachalli fucks Manuel Reyes

John Brachalli grips Manuel Reyes’ shoulders as he leans in to lick the salt on his neck, the red tie already loosened around his throat. The stocky man stands shirtless in the elevator, his chest rising as Brachalli’s fingers trace the muscle, while the bearded one adjusts his own knot with deliberate slowness. The box beside them stays closed, this isn’t about hiding, just the way they do it.