The luxury suite at the Bellagio has seen its share of debauchery, but nothing compares to what Kayden Daniels has planned for Preston Andrews tonight. The champagne sits untouched because Kayden has better things to put in Preston’s mouth.
Kayden stands at the foot of the bed and feeds Preston his hard cock, watching the Vegas fountains dance through the window behind his partner’s bobbing head. Preston gags and drools, his eyes watering as Kayden pushes deeper, testing the limits of that pretty throat.
Throwing Preston face down on the silk sheets, Kayden spreads those smooth cheeks and dives tongue-first into his hole. Preston claws at the thousand-thread-count sheets, his toes curling as Kayden rims him with relentless precision. The suite fills with obscene slurping sounds.
Kayden mounts Preston and slides inside raw, the luxury surroundings a stark contrast to the filthy, animalistic fucking that follows. The headboard cracks against the wall as Kayden pounds without restraint, wrecking Preston’s hole while the Vegas strip glitters below them. Room service will never get these stains out.
