“More, more…Joey, don’t let tomorrow come.”
Noah knew his words urged him forward. Joey was beyond receptive to the demands of the man grabbing from behind him.
Again, Joey switched positions, forcing Noah onto his stomach. He rushed at him, shoving his c**k back inside. His furry chest suddenly rubbing against him, rug burn in full effect. He impaled him hard, fast, and with a hunger that couldn’t be controlled. Noah accepted it, felt it deep inside his entire self. Felt it awakening him. Letting him know that, even in death, you could rediscover life. You could find your purpose.
Noah’s c**k rubbed against the bed, all while Joey f****d him from behind.
Felt the pressure build. Another climax was near.
Hot breath on his neck added to the sensation. The rough scrape of Joey’s chest a
