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Although Cresil was transfixed upon Aoki- mostly his ass in which he was buried deep inside of- he felt a slight tighten of the demons already constricting insides and hissed from the pleasure. For a moment, he stilled before smirking and reaching a hand down to gently touch Aoki’s ignored cock.
“Already? Mm and we haven’t even got to the good part.” Cresil chuckled hoarsely.
Letting go of him instantly, Cresil’s hands both went to the demons ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he started to pull out at an agonizing speed, groaning deeply as he watched how he moved inside of the sexy demon.
Just as he had pulled nearly all of himself out, Cresil thrusted back inside harshly, barely being able to handle it himself. With a bite of his injured lip, Cresil yet again slowly pulled out before resuming to push back inside hard, feeling the debts of Aoki, how perfect his ass squeezed around his leaking cock.
“S..Shit.” Cresil breathed with an intoxicated sigh.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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