Miles doesn't respond to Kurt's teary, shuddering apologies, just waits until they've shrugged their dress down off their shoulders. He doesn't wait for it to be entirely removed -- after all, he's mostly interested in their chest, the pretty, sensitive, tender tits that Corrigan's enjoyed so many times. Miles is much rougher, groping and tugging until Kurt rises up on their knees, until he can slide his still-hard cock in the narrow valley he creates by shoving the mounds together.
"Open your mouth." Short, blunt, commanding, like Kurt exists entirely to sate his desires -- which they do, of course. If they hesitate at all, his hand is already in their hair, yanking their lips back onto his cock, shoving it down their throat like he'd never stopped.
Impatiently, Miles grabs Kurt's hands, one at a time, yanks them to press their own tits together, work the soft, yielding flesh around his cock. "Show some fucking initiative," he growls, wrenching the handful of their hair, fucking up until they gag, free hand smacking against one of their tender, swollen breasts, once, twice, three times. "It's almost like you aren't enjoying yourself."
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Date: 2023-12-05 04:45 am (UTC)"Open your mouth." Short, blunt, commanding, like Kurt exists entirely to sate his desires -- which they do, of course. If they hesitate at all, his hand is already in their hair, yanking their lips back onto his cock, shoving it down their throat like he'd never stopped.
Impatiently, Miles grabs Kurt's hands, one at a time, yanks them to press their own tits together, work the soft, yielding flesh around his cock. "Show some fucking initiative," he growls, wrenching the handful of their hair, fucking up until they gag, free hand smacking against one of their tender, swollen breasts, once, twice, three times. "It's almost like you aren't enjoying yourself."