Joey Costello and Jordan Davis kneel over Oscar Roberts’ tight, hairless asshole, one licking deep while the other fingers him open, his lean, dark-haired body braced against the desk as the other holds him steady. Davis leans in for rough, open-mouthed kisses while Roberts arches back, his asshole glistening from the tongue work, the chair nearby unused but waiting. The desk’s edge cuts into their ribs as Costello’s fingers dig in, stretching him wider before the next takes over.
