Chris and Remington
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Remington sighed as he jerked off the third lonely guy for the day.
All he wanted was a fit bloke to fuck the shit out of him, but he charge a lot unless they were his type.
The man's body shook as he eventually came. Remington couldn't help but roll his eyes as he cleaned his hand off.
He didn’t even bother talking as he went to the man’s wallet, pulling out a few notes and a lollipop, smirking to himself.
He grabbed his bag and walked out of the man's apartment and back to the street.
He knew the streets like the back of his hand, and of course, his skimpy little outfit brought him attention.
He had one more client for the day, and he was more than happy to ride him.
He noticed the familiar car pulling up next to him. He leaned down, smirking at the man through the open window. “Can’t get enough of me, daddy?”
The goth stared back at Remington a smirked plastered on his face. "What can I say? I never had a hole as good as yours,"
Remington didn’t have to hear anything else and he climbed in the passenger side, his hand naturally laying on Chris’ thigh.
"Going to take me home, Daddy?" Remington asked, moving his hand up Chris' thigh cupping the boy's cøck.
Chris whimpered, rocking against the boy’s hand as he drove home. "Still the biggest cøck I've seen tonight, Daddy," Remington spoke.
“Yeah? Should be the only one you have.” "Sadly, not. I have to make a living somehow. Unless you plan on keeping me at your house,"
“You really think I’m going to pick you up and not take you home?” Chris asked, pulling into his driveway.
Remington smirked as he climbed out of the car and walked to Chris's front door. "You coming, Daddy?"
The goth was quick to join unlocking the door. "I have been waiting for you all day," Remington spoke as he pulled Chris inside pushing him against the door.
“I’m all yours, baby.”
Remington smirked as he grabbed Chris' tie and led him to the boy's room.
Remington had been here plenty of times to know where every room was. He wanted something special, he wanted to be used so rough he couldn’t walk after.
"I want you to take me rough, Daddy. I need a good fücking,"
Chris didn’t have to be told twice as he pushed Remington to the bed, ripping off his crop top and shoes, but deciding to leave the black leather skirt, thigh highs, and panties.
"Come on, daddy. I had plenty of dïck tonight, but yours will be the only one that got to fück me. All they wanted was blowjobs and handjobs. So boring,"
Chris ripped his clothes off, throwing them to the floor before climbing between the boy’s legs, hooking them over his shoulder as he breathed in Remington’s smell.
“Did anyone touch my hole, baby?"
"Besides myself between breaks, no," Remington replied. "You touched yourself, baby?" Remington nodded.
"You never asked me. You have my number," "I'm a hooker I don't have to ask to touch myself. Unless you want me to yourself and if that's the case. I'm very expensive,"
Chris thought for a minute, letting his hands squeeze the boy’s thighs.
“Well, unless you stay here and give yourself to me instead of paying rent,” Chris spoke, feeling himself harden.
