He talked a lot, Kirley thought, but he was hot, so it didn't bother him.
"You want faster?" Kirley asked with a grin. "Can do." Tightening the grip on his hips for added leverage, Kirley quickened his pace. Not as fast as he intended to go eventually, but certainly faster than before. Looking down, he watched himself fucking Matt, little ripples spreading out over Matt's arsecheeks with each thrust. He smiled.