Alex wiped sweat from his brow as he hunched over the customer's laptop in the dimly lit living room, determined to finish the network setup before calling it a night. The house was quiet until the front door clicked open, and Jordan strolled in, briefcase in hand, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the unexpected guest. "Working overtime on my dime, huh? Most contractors bolt at five," Jordan said with a smirk, loosening his tie. Alex looked up, flashing a confident grin. "Your system was a mess—figured I'd save you from another day of frustration. Besides, I don't do half-measures." Jordan stepped closer, the air thickening with unspoken tension. "Bold of you to assume I need saving. Or maybe you're just looking for an excuse to stick around." Their banter sharpened as Jordan leaned against the desk. "You always this forward with clients, or am I special?" Alex shot back, voice low and teasing. "Only the ones whose homes scream for a thorough overhaul. You seem like you could handle it." Jordan's hand brushed Alex's arm, electricity sparking. "Handle what exactly?" The question hung as clothes began to shed, revealing Jordan's hard cock already straining. Alex dropped to his knees for a quick blowjob, his mouth working expertly while Jordan groaned, "Fuck, you're good at this—don't stop." Panting and horny, they moved to the couch where Jordan thrust into Alex's wet pussy, making it drip with each stroke, then flipped to fill his ass, both sweating and coming hard with cum spilling everywhere. Alex rode the waves, strong and unyielding in his pleasure. As they caught their breath, Jordan whispered, "That's just the living room—imagine the rest of the house."
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