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Cresil brought his eyes from Aoki’s crotch to his face, looking into his eyes for a few seconds before looking down at the bed. “Lay down. Put your hands above your head.“ Cresil got off of the bed and walked over to his dresser drawer.
“Your hands should be locked above you, as though you’re wearing invisible cuffs. If you simply move them apart or touch me, you’ll be punished.” Cresil grabbed the innocent looking candles off of his drawer and placed it on the nightstand, going downstairs and getting a few cubes of ice that were already making his hand cool to the touch.
“By the end of it, I’ll be making you beg to be fucked. Trust me, if you don’t I’ll just ensure you don’t cum until you do.” Cresil spoke as he went over to the bed and sat on the edge, eyeing Aoki as he did.
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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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