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Needing to stop when Aoki’s hole tightened up and twitched, Cresil groaned as his hand became suddenly coated with warm cum, looking at his boyfriend for a moment as he slowed his tongue and hand down considerably.
When Aoki was done, Cresil slowly stood up, holding his boyfriend so that he wouldn’t fall and carefully turning him around to face him. Picking him up, Cresil kissed Aoki’s shoulders and pressed his back to the window, careful of how much pressure he put since he wouldn’t want the glass to break.
“Such a dirty boy. Mm you want to be fucked like a slut? Or maybe you’d prefer me to just go slow?” Cresil said as his eyes bore into the other demons. Aoki looked so sexy after he orgasmed, his eyes, the flushed colour of his skin, the way he seemed so disoriented. It was so difficult to hold himself back from just pushing his throbbing dick inside of him.
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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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