Nick Fitt pins Luke Kennedy against the desk, his fingers digging into Luke’s hips as he guides his cock into the tight, waiting hole. The crate between them scrapes the floor as Luke braces himself, his mouth already wrapped around Nick’s thick shaft, swallowing deep before pulling back with a wet, greedy sound. Fitt’s lean frame bends over him, his own hand gripping his length while Luke’s fingers trace the ridges of his ass, slick with oil. The air hums with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the desk creaking under their weight as Fitt drives harder, his breath ragged against Luke’s neck.
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