[Matt's rough hands grip at Frank's shoulders and use him as leverage. How can he say no to that invitation? How can he even have the audacity to do this? Well. Here he is. And there he goes. Frank's heart is beating faster, the heat of his breath and weight of his touch from those hands to the heavy, thick cock that is working in and out of his muscled body...
For now it is open mouthed pants and noises of exerting himself like he would a punch. Though this is no fight. The light from the billboard outside the window paints the room in blues, in violets sometimes a blinding white.]
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For now it is open mouthed pants and noises of exerting himself like he would a punch. Though this is no fight. The light from the billboard outside the window paints the room in blues, in violets sometimes a blinding white.]