Milan Sharp & Martin Rivers

Milan Sharp in his sharp suit and tie grips Martin Rivers’ hips as he kneels, his fingers tracing the other’s tight, slick hole before pulling him close for deep, open-mouthed kisses that leave them both breathless. Rivers stands firm in his striped shirt, his hands gripping Milan’s shoulders as he rocks against him, the dry friction of their bodies pressed together. When Milan shifts to his knees again, he takes Rivers in his mouth, his tongue working the thick length while his other hand wraps around the base, stroking with deliberate pressure. Later, stripped to a crisp white shirt, Rivers lets Milan guide him back to the edge, his fingers pushing inside as Milan’s grip tightens around his cock, ready to bring him right to the brink.