As Akira began to get onto all fours, Josh found himself surprised, but of course he wasn’t disappointed. Looking at his servants ass, the older male found it difficult to keep his hands off. It was seemingly perfect, looking so firm and tight although he wasn’t sure, not unless he touched him.
Sitting down behind him, Josh then spoke while his hands itched to caress his ass. “I’d like to do something, it’ll feel very good Akira I promise you.” He whispered.
Josh’s tongue was also rather impatient as well, he wanted to use his it along his hole, feel how tight and warm it would be inside. Josh shuddered as his cock twitched within his pants, rubbing over the fabric in order to relieve just a little of the pressure from his thoughts and the sight in front 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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