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Taking in how much Aoki was enjoying the ‘cleaning’, Cresil gave his hole a massage like fucking, moving so that he’d be able to just barely brush against his prostate. “Fuck once more hm?” he looked down at his boyfriend’s body, realizing the obvious pleasure he was experiencing.
“If you did it yourself, it would be so much more boring. You wouldn’t be turned on and I wouldn’t be able to get you horny for me.” Cresil smiled slightly.
As Aoki spoke and growled at him, Cresil glared slightly at the sound and pushed a little harder into his ass, his own cock beginning to harden from the sheer feel of his tight hole. “Fine, but you have no need to be impatient Aoki.” Cresil breathed out, taking his fingers out of him and pressing his boyfriend up against the wall.
“Spread your legs, I want to make sure I get deep inside of you.” He said as his cock instantly pushed between Aoki’s ass cheeks
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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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