Summary

"Fuck," Jordan cries out. It is really satisfying. Jordan ends up on his stomach from the intensity of the hitting. The boys take up different postures. Jordan is in his corner. A glimpse of the glittering hole is captured by the camera. Drake reappears and starts pounding wildly. He stoops to plant a kiss. He whispers, "Take that fucking dick. " Be my fucking hole, please. You got a hole there, Jordan whimpers. He seizes the bed's edges, enabling Drake to dive in deeply. Jordan rolls onto his back. On Drake's shoulder, one leg. ? Please give it to me. Jordan sighs. Drake plays with Jordan's Johnson after making a fleeting joke. ? You like that ass, Jordan muses to himself. ? I adore it, says Drake. Jordan? The prostate has been ground into pulp. Could I watch you fucking blow up? Drake gives instructions. Jordan fires a shot that hits his crotch. I'm getting heated right now from that. Drake notes. ? Do you want to get a smooch from me? He takes it out and rubs his meat all over Jordan.