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After hours of listening to Derek Kage's silky narration, Cole Conner can't ignore the ache in his jeans. He reaches down and strokes his cock until it stands stiff against the zipper. Derek watches, voice never faltering. Cole crosses the booth, hard-on leading the way, and strips the host where he sits—shirt first, then belt, then everything that’s left. They stumble to the couch. Derek drops to his knees and takes Cole’s foreskin between his lips, sucking it gently before swallowing him to the root. Spit runs down Cole’s shaft as Derek works lower, spreading the engineer’s hairy cheeks and pressing his tongue deep inside. Cole groans into the still-live mic. Derek stands, bends over the leather, and offers his own hole. Cole slides in raw. They trade places, then trade again—Derek pounding Cole, Cole pounding Derek—muscle and hair sliding together until both men are glistening. Derek pulls out just in time to stripe thick ropes across Cole’s ass. Cole follows, shooting hard across the cushion while the red recording light keeps glowing.
After hours of listening to Derek Kage's silky narration, Cole Conner can't ignore the ache in his jeans. He reaches down and strokes his cock until it stands stiff against the zipper. Derek watches, voice never faltering. Cole crosses the booth, hard-on leading the way, and strips the host where he sits—shirt first, then belt, then everything that’s left. They stumble to the couch. Derek drops to his knees and takes Cole’s foreskin between his lips, sucking it gently before swallowing him to the root. Spit runs down Cole’s shaft as Derek works lower, spreading the engineer’s hairy cheeks and pressing his tongue deep inside. Cole groans into the still-live mic. Derek stands, bends over the leather, and offers his own hole. Cole slides in raw. They trade places, then trade again—Derek pounding Cole, Cole pounding Derek—muscle and hair sliding together until both men are glistening. Derek pulls out just in time to stripe thick ropes across Cole’s ass. Cole follows, shooting hard across the cushion while the red recording light keeps glowing.
