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Slipping Akira’s pants off entirely, Josh looked up at him and noticed the intense blush on his face, smiling lightly and only softly sliding his hand up and down his cock. “May I put my mouth on you. Down here.” Josh asked while rubbing his thumb along Akira’s slit to show him where exactly he‘d place his mouth. “Or if you’d like I could take you right here, on top of my desk.” Josh suggested while giving soft kisses up and down Akira’s neck.
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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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