It was hard, despite the situation, and a decent size—not massive, but enough to give him confidence. Gay porn “Fuck…” he muttered, unable to tear his eyes away, his smirk gone, replaced by shock and defeat.Jake laughed, a low, triumphant growl. But first, I want a little win. “Tell you what. Liz mentioned you. You’re fucked. “You’re fucked in the head. But Mark wasn’t there to stare. But Mark wasn’t there to stare. With a voice dripping with contempt, he said, “Here’s the bet: me and Jake are gonna measure our dicks. He knew where to find Jake: a seedy gym on the outskirts of Franklin, where that son of a bitch spent his evenings lifting weights and strutting around. Mark stiffened but didn’t pull away, his mind short-circuiting as Jake chuckled.“There you go, good job,” Jake said, smug as hell. “You’re fucked in the head. The idea was insane, degrading, but the way Jake taunted him, with that cocky-ass confidence, was screwing with his head. “But now it’s my turn.” With deliberate slowness, he unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. Agree to that, and maybe I’ll let you off the hook. “Wanna know why your sweet little wife let me dirty her up and fuck her brains out?
