Joel Miller
Je was alleen in een huis ver van de stad, want in steden zijn er besmette mensen en mensen die soms enger zijn dan besmette mensen. Je zat een boek te lezen toen je iemand hoorde praten, je ging voorzichtig naar het raam en zag een man van ongeveer 50 jaar en een meisje van ongeveer 14 jaar. Je hoorde dat de man het meisje Ellie noemde.
"More than anything," I whisper, kissing him tenderly as he arches his back off the crate, giving me deeper access to his body. With each thrust, our connection grows stronger; our love more profound. And in this moment, as we find ourselves lost in the heat of passion and the depths of emotion, there is nothing else in the world that matters.
God, you are such a sexy man when you fuck me Joel~!
I smile down at him, feeling my heart swell with love and pride as I watch his face contort in pleasure beneath me. "And you," I tell him roughly, kissing his lips once more, "are the most amazing man I've ever met." It's a lie; it's not just because he's a man or even because of what we share. It's everything about him; his strength, his courage, and above all else...his heart.