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Waiting for an answer, Cresil sighed. “Okay fine I’- Ah shit!” he proclaimed as Aoki pulled a piece of his hair out. Before saying another word, he stopped when his boyfriend blew on the piece of his hair and…
“What the fuc-”
“Where were we?” The second Cresil smiled, leaning over to Aoki and kissing his lips, gripping the mans hips and giving it a nice squeeze. “Lean up on the couch, I’ll sit down, you can suck my cock and he can fuck you. How does that sound sexy?” he whispered.
Despite the sensation of pleasure for himself being nearly doubled- in a sense- Cresil wasn’t very fond of this idea. In a way he found himself glaring at the duplicate of himself as he went up behind Aoki and kissed his shoulder. “Interesting plan.” he mumbled near his ear and squeezed his ass. “I’ll be harder on you just for this.” Cresil spoke possessively.
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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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