Casper Ellis grips James Lewis’s hips as he drives into him from behind, the office desk biting into their bare skin while Lewis arches into each thrust, his fingers tracing the tight pucker of his asshole before slipping inside. Ellis’s tongue works the sensitive flesh there first, then his cock, while Lewis rubs their groins together, the lean, smooth bodies slick with need. The only sounds are the wet slap of flesh and Lewis’s breath, ragged against Ellis’s shoulder as he takes every inch.
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