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Keeping his hands on Akira’s soft skin, Josh softly rubbed and massaged the other males ass, his cheeks feeling so soft and full in the palms of his hands. As he began to stop and lower his hands down to the back of his thighs and his legs, Josh smirked, knowing Akira was probably enjoying the attention along his backside.
Once Josh got down to Akira’s ankles, he smiled and gently ran his fingers against the bottom of his foot, purposefully staying there since he knew he was ticklish. “Want me to go back to your beautiful behind Akira? I’ll be done if you’d rather not.” he wondered as he looked up at him despite his face being covered.
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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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