[Corry thrusts up hard, deep, punishing, feeling Kyle's throat clutch and tighten around his cock, watching tears flood those obediently upturned eyes. Hopefully the hotel is soundproofed, because he's groaning, gasping, keeping up a filthy litany of words as he does --]

God, so fuckin' perfect, baby, look at you, so gorgeous taking my cock, so greedy for it, you needy little slut, born to take it just...like...that--! [One last moan, and Corry’s releasing hot and thick at the back of Kyle's throat.]