Joey got up, didn’t say another word. The feelings. Gay porn Not really. Joey sat back on the bed, Justin straddling him now, still kissing like they were starving. He squeezed, thumb brushing over one nipple, then both, making Joey twitch.Joey sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock pointing straight up like it needed somewhere to go. You’re my thick little muscle princess. Glazed.“You want me to breed it again, don’t you?”Justin nodded fast, mouth slack.“You want me to pump it full like the nasty girl you are.”Justin moaned, high and broken. Joey flipped him fast, legs in the air.“Look at this hole,” he muttered, spreading Justin’s ass wide. “I’m not trying to—”Justin cut him off. Hungry. He didn’t understand. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it would explain something.Joey stood in the doorway, shirt half-buttoned, heart kicking against his ribs. Justin moaned around him, letting it happen, melting into the rhythm.“God,” Joey groaned. “Tell me, baby.”“Yours,” Justin gasped.“Damn right.”Joey growled, pulled him in for a kiss—rough, sloppy, tongues tangling.“I love this pussy,” he said against Justin’s mouth. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it would explain something.Joey
