Flattery will get you everywhere, darlin'

[Corry is fairly content to lay back and let Kyle go to town for the most part. However, fairly soon he's pulling hard on his handful of red curls, halting the rhythmic movements.]

Close, I'm -- close, fuck. [He groans, thrusts up hard, once, twice.] Keep your eyes on me. Wanna see how pretty you look when I'm coming down your throat.