Sounding 1

Derek da Silva drops to his knees in front of Tony Buff, takes that thick shaft in his mouth and works it hard. The room tightens around them. Tony grips Derek’s head, pushes deeper until Derek’s throat stretches and he has to breathe through his nose. Spit runs down Derek’s chin. Tony yanks him up, spins him around, and bends him over. He works two fingers inside Derek’s hole, then three, stretching him open. Derek braces himself on the table while Tony lines up and shoves in, balls-deep. The force makes Derek’s legs shake. Tony pulls back and slams in again, faster now. Each thrust shoves Derek forward. Derek reaches down and strokes his own cock in time with the pounding. Tony leans over him, teeth on the back of his neck, grunting every time he bottoms out. Sweat slides down Derek’s spine. The table creaks. Tony keeps driving, relentless, until Derek shoots across the wood. Only then does Tony pull out and paint Derek’s back.