Frank sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes. “Hey, guys,” Frank greeted the group. XXNX “Good, I’m glad.”
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“Who’s first?” Jo asked. Mark, unsure of whether or not he should follow, took a sip of water from the tap. It was amazing how different it felt from his mother’s mouth. You don’t have to tell me about complicated parents. “Fuck yeah, man! He slowly started to move his hips against her rhythm, pulling apart from her before crashing back together. “But more would be better.”
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Later, as Mark was hanging out on his couch watching MTV with Ant, Blake, Tony, and Stephen, Mark’s Dad walked through the door. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Blake said, increasing his pace. All conscious thought disappeared, replaced by an animalistic hunger to consume. It was amazing how worked up he got her.
