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Landon Conrad lounges on the sofa, hand wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking in lazy rhythm. The door clicks open. Adrian Hart strides in, eyes locking on the scene with a wicked grin. He drops to his knees without a word, offering his mouth as the perfect assist. Adrian devours Landon's fat cock, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling with reckless hunger. Landon bucks up, groans spilling out—raw encouragement for that slow, deep suck that pulls him under. Adrian rises, slipping his tongue into Landon's mouth, sharing the salty taste of him. Then he slides forward, straddling those hips like a rider claiming his mount. He clamps Landon's dripping length between firm cheeks, flexing his hips in a teasing grind that sets pulses racing. They tumble over in a tangle of limbs. Landon takes charge now, sucking Adrian's skin, rimming him with fervent laps before pressing in—plugging that tight hole with deliberate thrust. Adrian twists his muscled body into a pretzel knot, yielding to Landon's slow entry, every inch a exquisite burn. He climbs on for the ride: first cowboy, then reverse, dictating the depth, the force—submitting his hole on his terms, wild and willing. Landon unloads, hot spurts flooding deep. Adrian dismounts, lapping it all up with greedy swipes. Adrian holds out no longer, erupting a massive load across Landon's still-throbbing cock. He cleans him with tender sucks, then surges up for one last wet kiss, sealing the heat between them.