My brain was a scrambled mess of fear, arousal, and shame.“What do you want, Dean?” he smirked. Gay porn How romantic is that? So, I labeled them safe for consumption. His cock was hitting something inside me, and I couldn’t stop the low groan rumbling out of my chest.“That’s it,” he grunted, his voice rough as he fucked me harder. My bad. But at least he put on a decent entertainment.Thankfully, we still had a few protein bars left. “It’s gonna feel good. I mean, where did everyone else go?I was busy piling debris when I saw Bradley walking towards me, smirking like an idiot he was, proudly holding up his catch.“Tell me you’re joking right now, Brad,” I muttered in disbelief.“What? I-Know-Everything?”I rubbed my temples, already feeling my last shred of patience fray.“Guess fruit it is…again,” I gritted.Hunting wasn’t exactly in the cards—we’re modern people, not cavemen. What the hell is wrong with me?I’m starting to think like Bradley.By the third day, I was on lookout duty.
