Bob Nesta and Lucky Taylor

Bob Nesta grips Lucky Taylor’s hips, his tie coiled tight around the man’s throat as he slams into him from behind, office cubicles forgotten, only the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh. Lucky’s dark hair hangs loose, his fingers digging into the desk while Nesta’s bearded jaw works over his neck, teeth grazing the pulse before his cock buries deeper. The tie snaps free, discarded as Nesta’s grip tightens, his own hand wrapping around Lucky’s straining dick, stroking in time with the rough thrusts that leave him gasping into the sheets.