Behind Closed Doors

A shadowy figure dispatches invitations and gleaming keys to his burly circle of friends. Falcon House awakens as a playground of brazen voyeurism, where bodies collide in raw, unbridled lust. Mike Ramsey strides in, jeans hugging his thighs, leather coat slung over broad shoulders, key turning smoothly in the lock. There stands Paul Coder, stripped bare, his toned form on full display. Paul drops to his knees, lips parting to engulf Mike's thick, pulsing cock, sucking with hungry fervor. Mike's hands grip Paul's hips, guiding him down onto the sheets. They twist into a intimate spoon, Mike's powerful thrusts claiming Paul's tight ass, each drive deep and deliberate, building to a fevered rhythm.