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Noticing that Aoki had finally been able to deep throat his whole cock, Cresil groaned loudly, it wasn’t something that many could do, and the sensation of the back of Aoki’s wet mouth made him get closer and closer to the edge.
“Shit, I can’t fucking take it!” Not wanting to hold back, Cresil kept his hips moving harshly, his breathing coming out quicker and his pleasure was rising each second that passed. Before he unloaded inside of Aogi’s mouth, he had to say one last thing.
“I wanna see you drink it all up Aoki, ah yeah, and keep jerking that nice cock of yours off until you soak my bed up.” Cresil whispered with unsteady grunts. His hand which was holding Aoki’s hair was shaking along with the rest of his body.
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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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