Hot Property

Landon Conrad, the sharp real estate agent, brings in photographer Jake Steel to capture the allure of his latest listing—a sleek, empty house begging for new owners. They snap a few shots through the sunlit rooms, but soon the air thickens with unspoken heat. In the master bedroom, with its king-sized bed as witness, they drop the pretense. Jake's mouth roams Landon's chiseled torso, hungry kisses tracing sweat-slicked skin, teeth grazing those dark, pert nipples like forbidden fruit. He drops lower, eyes locked on Landon's throbbing cock, and takes it deep—swallowing in rhythmic gulps that pull moans from the agent's throat. They tumble onto the crisp sheets. Landon flips the script, wrapping his lips around Jake's thick, veined shaft, sucking with a wicked fervor before spreading those firm cheeks to tongue the tight, hidden ring beneath. Jake straddles him then, sinking down onto Landon's rigid length with a gasp, riding hard and relentless, hips grinding in a fevered dance. They shift—doggy, missionary, spoons—Landon pounding into Jake's yielding heat, each thrust building the blaze until ecstasy erupts. They come together, spilling hot and spent across the empty room.