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Ivan Andros yielded to the commanding presence of Kane O'Farrell and Matthew Rush, his body a willing canvas for their desires. Kane claimed the rear first, his thick cock pressing insistently against Ivan's tight entrance, then thrusting deep with a slow, deliberate grind that stretched him wide. Ivan gasped, the burn igniting a fire in his core. Matthew wasted no time, gripping Ivan's jaw and sliding his rigid length past those parted lips, filling his mouth completely. Airtight now, Ivan surrendered to the rhythm—Kane's hips snapping forward in powerful strokes that rocked his frame, while Matthew fucked his throat with unyielding precision. Saliva dripped down Ivan's chin as he sucked greedily, the dual invasion leaving him breathless, lost in the exquisite overload of sensation.