Teacher's Pet Fister

Micah drops to his knees. He yanks Drew’s pants down and swallows the thick, uncut cock in one slow, greedy push. Drew’s fingers dig into the desk edge. Saliva runs down Micah’s chin while he works the shaft deep, gagging once, twice. The clock is ticking, but neither man slows. Drew turns, plants his chest on the laminate, and shoves his ass back. Micah spits, tongue-fucks the tight ring until it shines, then lines up and drives in raw. Every thrust slaps skin and makes the cheap desk creak. Drew grunts, opens, takes the full length. When the dick isn’t enough, Micah pulls out slick fingers, folds them, and pushes his fist straight in. Lube pours out around his wrist, streaks over Drew’s muscled cheeks. Drew crawls onto the desk, spreads his knees, and sinks down on the thick arm, riding in short, greedy strokes. Each roll of his hips drags another wet sound from his hole. Micah twists his hand inside, knuckles dragging over that sweet spot until Drew’s cock jumps untouched and fires a heavy rope across his own abs. Cum spatters skin. They stay locked together, breathing hard, the clock still ticking.