Anon hookup encounters at motel

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Adam Russo explains to the concierge, Jason Rock, who requests to know why this apartment is kept vacant when every other apartment is sold, occasionally the studs who are in town for this unspecified convention have a need for a individual "hospitality suite" where they can unwind. It takes a moment for the manager's meaning to drown in, but when the light bulb goes on in the concierge's head, the manager ask him if he wants to give it a try. A long mutual jack-off sesh follows, in which they ever-so-slowly close the distance inbetween them, the manager prompting the concierge to do things like finger his fuck-hole and have fun with his foreskin. They ultimately exchange blow jobs and lick each other's loads. The room's first-ever taker, Shay, is identified as a co-pilot. He's got the whole sofa to himself and he's wanking completely clothed, keeping one eye on a fuckfest vid on his iPhone. Account executive Dale Cooper enters, pleading "is this the right place?" Odd question. The exec frees his man meat and matches wanks with the pilot. Each lends the other a palm shortly and they work their way up to unhurried sucking in which they savour all the sensations that come with anon fuckfest and the possibility of getting walked-in on. The exec reaches into his pocket and whips out a condom, handing it to the pilot, who unrolls it onto himself and plows the exec. Their t-shirts and ties never come off but the exec's t-shirt completes up sopping with spooge.