Basic Plumbing 3

Roman Heart knew exactly what he craved. He crammed his toilet full of condoms, then dialed Basic Plumbing to clear the blockage. They dispatched Ari Bond, a rugged pro with callused hands and a no-nonsense stride. Ari stepped into the bathroom and spotted the stack of girlie magazines Roman had artfully arranged on the floor—pages splayed open to glossy temptations. He smirked, set his tools aside, and got to work. Not on the pipes, but on the real clog: his own desire. Ari unzipped, freeing his massive cock, thick and veined, already swelling with heat. He wrapped a firm hand around it, stroking slow at first, then with building rhythm, eyes locked on the spread of naked curves. Roman watched from the hallway, heart pounding, peeking through the narrow crack in the door like a thief in his own home.