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Cresil smiled sexually, rubbing his ass with his left hand and slapping it softly. “Maybe, but you like it. Don’t you?” He whispered near his ear, slowly pulling the beads out one by one, steadily until the last one popped out.
“There we go.” Cresil licked his lips, eyeing Aoki’s hole and grabbing the smaller but plug, tilting his head as he saw it. “Maybe a bit bigger…” he whispered, looking at the other larger plug and picking it up in his other hand, curiously wondering.
“What do you want. Big, or bigger?” Cresil said with a mischievous smile.
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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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