Cresil felt overly sensitive. Every time he felt Aoki’s cock brush up against his own, he released sexual groans, his own dick leaking against his boyfriends from the amazing sensation. Cresil kept his left hand pressed to Aoki’s chest, while his other hand couldn’t help but to reach back and grip the demons ass, pressing him against his body tighter so that their hard cocks would rub a bit harder against each other.
“Aoki, fuck.” Cresil ground out while he moved his hips slowly, his mouth still pressed to his boyfriends, breathing harshly against his lips since the water, and the lingering, hot kiss made him feel nearly light headed. For Cresil it would be simple to cum now. Not only can he manage to orgasm many times in a day, but the teasing earlier just made him so riled up, it wouldn’t be long to release his tension.
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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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