"I can be your whore." The black haired man whispered into Tony's ear, sending chills down his spine.
"You know it's true. Say it. I'm the one you've been waiting for."
Tony never thought that a brush-up on a random guy in the nightclub would end like this. They were alone now, in a half-shitty hotel room. Door locked and no way to escape.
"Do you know what I can do? I'll have down on your knees have you begging for more, I'll have you cumming all over this floor. Say it. Let me be you're whore." He licked the shell of his ear, before biting down on his earlobe with a seductive moan.
"I can be your everything...I can be your whore. I'm a liesmith, so trust my lust."
"Be my whore." Tony said in a moan as he licked his whore's lips.