St Dunstan's Job Interview

The bearded, stocky man in the center kneels as the muscular, bald interviewer presses his palm against his chest, fingers tracing the calendar’s edges while the other two watch, one athletic, one broad-shouldered, both gripping their own cocks with slow, deliberate strokes. The dark-haired interviewer bends low, his lips sealing around the kneeling man’s throat before sliding down, teeth grazing his collarbone as the globe spins idly on the desk behind him. The shirtless man stands rigid, his hands fisted in his own hair, while the third man leans in, his fingers wrapping tight around the kneeling one’s cock, guiding him toward the edge.