[A little pain and a little praise and Kyle would do pretty much anything Corry asked him to.
He isn't quiet. When he isn't actually talking, Kyle is making obscene sounds: gasps and moans and keening whines. He bites his lower lip sometimes to try and stop himself, but it never works for long.
He drops a hand to his lap to stroke himself in counterpoint to Corry's deep thrusts.]
Ah. Yes, yeah, there. That's... there, yes, oh my god Corry. I can't. I'm gonna. Fuck.
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He isn't quiet. When he isn't actually talking, Kyle is making obscene sounds: gasps and moans and keening whines. He bites his lower lip sometimes to try and stop himself, but it never works for long.
He drops a hand to his lap to stroke himself in counterpoint to Corry's deep thrusts.]
Ah. Yes, yeah, there. That's... there, yes, oh my god Corry. I can't. I'm gonna. Fuck.
[He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so horny.]