Slipping our key into the pocket of my shorts while I did it, the cardboard squeaking as it slid across the marble. “Can I help you with that, sir?” My jaw instinctively clenched. More of it spilling down my chin and further soaking the bedraggled wreck of my shirt. “Ask for it.”I looked up at him with watery eyes. Gay porn I looked up, at his expression of cold intent, as he pushed a hand under my head and lifted it. “Open.”Glaring still, I opened my mouth. “N-no. Drifting out of my head almost as soon as they formed.Realizing too late that I would’ve been wise to pull myself together when I had the chance.”So relaxed. My stomach churning in the elevator; wishing it wouldn’t have seemed so odd to have changed my outfit before I left. Suddenly feeling presumptuous, worried that he might laugh and turn me down. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint mom again, would we.”I was still glaring when he slipped out through the door. Understanding what would come next, the way his dick – still wet, greased from my own hole – would inescapably be filling my throat. The taste of cum, and lube, and the scent of him rich and dizzying, stronger now after the exertions of our fuck, of the way he’d pounded
