Josh grinned when he heard those adorable chuckles coming from Akira, removing his hands after only a few seconds since he had no intention of suffocating the poor man from tickling. When he saw him nod his head, Josh smiled slightly and spoke. “Okay, I’ll continue.”
Moving back up, Josh placed his hands back onto Akira’s ass, sitting carefully on the back of his thighs and gently beginning to massage his cheeks in each hand yet again. Starring right at his hole whenever he got a good look, Josh’s hard cock dripped slightly, remembering how it felt only a couple of hours ago when he was buried deep inside of him. Taking an unsteady breath, Josh rubbed a bit more and very softly trailed his fingers between his crack, brushing over his hole and then massaging his ass yet again.
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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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