Franky Fox fucks Drew Dixon

Franky Fox pins Drew Dixon against the desk, his tie loose around his throat as Drew’s head drops between his thighs, tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole with slow, deliberate pressure. The hairdryer hums beside them, its heat curling around Drew’s exposed back while Franky’s fingers dig into his hips, guiding him deeper. Drew moans against the desk, his own hands gripping the edge as Franky’s mouth seals over his hole, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.