Sucking The Neighbor

Rob Banks shut the laptop and slid it onto the kitchen counter, grinning like the job was done. Jay Taylor stood there in black lace panties and nothing else, nipples already tight. "You fixed it. Least I can do is thank you properly," he said, dropping to his knees on the tile. He took Rob’s cock out fast, gave the head one wet lick, then swallowed him right down until his nose pressed into short-trimmed hair. Rob swore under his breath and held Jay’s head, thrusting nice and easy while spit slid down his shaft and over Jay’s chin. Jay pulled off with a filthy pop, turned, spread his cheeks, and wiggled back onto Rob’s wet dick. One long thrust and Jay was taking all of it, moaning like the kitchen island was sound-proofed. Rob gripped those lean hips, pounded him deep, balls slapping skin on every stroke. Jay reached back to jerk his own cock and came first, ribbons hitting the cabinet doors. Rob followed seconds later, buried to the root, hips jerking, filling Jay until it leaked down his thighs. "Thanks for coming," Jay laughed, wiping his mouth on his wrist like it was the punchline.