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Due to the nice sucking that Aoki gave him moments ago, Cresil could sense he wouldn’t be lasting much longer. The sounds Aoki made, the simple words he spoke got the demon into a pleasurable high that only the man he was fucking could fulfill.
Hearing Aoki’s conformity of belonging to him, Cresil cherished the sounds coming from his boyfriend’s mouth, barely being able to contain himself without wanting to just cum into his dirtied little ass of his.
“Mm I’m gonna unload into your hole so fucking hard Aoki. You want me to breed you huh?” Cresil grunted as he pushed in limitlessly with fast breaths, so close to his climax already.
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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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