President Faust and Olsen grip each other’s shoulders as Elder Land kneels between them, his mouth sealing over Olsen’s throat while Faust’s fingers dig into his own hair, pulling him closer. The blindfolded man’s breath hitches as Elder’s tongue traces the pulse beneath Olsen’s jaw, his free hand already sliding down to tease the tight ring of Olsen’s asshole with a slicked thumb. Faust’s grip tightens, his own cock straining against the tie wrapped tight around his waist, the fabric straining as Elder’s fingers work Olsen open, preparing him for the stretch.
