A horny twink stuck at a soul-crushing industry fair, aching for a thick rod to stretch my ass and give me that wild, electric rush I live for. Work has me drained dry, leaving me with nothing but porn and my fingers in a lonely hotel room, that is until Jay, the tall, black delivery guy with a smirk that promises trouble, walks in with my food. One flirty glance and he's on me, his massive BBC filling my mouth, then my hole, pounding me over the table until I'm screaming his name. It's raw, it's perfect, and with days left in this hotel, I'm already craving round two.