The metallic jangle of keys rung out in the empty kitchen, as Joey scuttled out the door, in a sporadic frenzied hurry. He raced down the apartment building stairs, beads of intense sultry sweat running down his forehead, into his ragged cotton shirt, proceeding down his formidable breasts, and creeping slowly into the loose waistband of his shorts. His pubic hairs ever so slightly peeking above the lines of his waist, as they dimly glistened in the morning light.
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Joey's World Boner
RomanceJoey has always loved food...more so than others, but how far will he go to show his true passion for it?
