Damian Dickey & Julian Tomlinson

Damian Dickey grips Julian Tomlinson’s hips as he slams into him from behind, the table’s edge biting into his stomach while Julian’s fingers dig into the wood, his breath ragged. The blond bends over a chair, ass raised, as Damian’s tongue traces his crack before two fingers push inside, slick with Julian’s own spit. Hands grip cocks, one thick, one flushed with need, while Damian’s mouth seals around Julian’s shaft, teeth scraping just enough to make him gasp. The air smells like sweat and salt, the chair creaking under Julian’s weight as Damian’s bare cock slides home, deep and rough.