Under Covers

In the dim glow of the hotel suite, hot young businessman Nick Roberts slipped an extra bill into Drew Andrews' hand, sealing a deal for more than the usual. What Nick gave up front, he received tenfold—and from behind. Drew knelt, his tongue tracing the tight ring of Nick's hole, teasing it open with slow, deliberate licks. Fingers followed, slick and insistent, stretching him wide. Then Drew rose, gripping Nick's hips, and drove in deep. He plowed with relentless rhythm, each thrust building the heat until Nick shattered, jets of white-hot cum spilling across the sheets.