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Cresil took the candle and placed it aside, thinking it was about time he cooled his boyfriend off. Seeing him moaning and writhing on the bed was making his hard cock ache, it was an amazing sight to behold. As Aoki protested, Cresil just gripped the mans erection and stopped moving his hand abruptly.
“You’re my slut then. Letting me touch, fuck and pleasure you any way I want.” Cresil let out a low, devious chuckle as he grabbed an ice cube, feeling a few drops of water fall from his hand and onto his boyfriend. “Hmm I wonder…”
Curiously eyeing the cube that was numbing his hand, he brought it to Aoki’s chest, placing the ice on his body and trailing it down to his pecks, stomach and abdomen. It left a sexy moist trail of water, tempting Cresil as he leaned down, running his warm tongue against the track left by the ice.
As his hand lowered, he stopped right above Aoki’s cock, looking up at his boyfriend and smiling. Before he could protest, Cresil put his freezing cold hand onto his boyfriends dick and slowly jerked him off, holding onto the cube of ice as he did just to make it even colder for him.
“Come on Aoki, say my name.” Cresil demanded softly.
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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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