We go.””Where?” Clint asked.”We go to where Sergey fuck you good. Gay sex Clint needed to lose himself in a total fuck. Prime.”Good morning, blondie. Maybe he plans to move on now.God he can fuck. He liked it better when the truck was still parked, though. I haven’t gotten a good look at him. Important questions first. The other hand went to encircling Clint’s cock and stroking it to the rhythm of the churning of the cock inside Clint’s channel.The hand on Clint’s cock. A bodybuilder’s torso. They hadn’t punished him enough in the taking; they’d fucked for the pleasure of it–for the pleasure of all of them. A double wasn’t enough. He was coming–prodigiously–and he knew that if he lived long enough, he’d come again and again. Was any part of that not his fault?What bar had he wound up in? With everyone watching how good you do me.” And he did want that. Maybe Sergey and me fuck you together.”Clint shivered.
