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Kaden watched Deiru intently, the way he looked as he came…it was a wonderful, sexy sight to behold. Glancing down, Kaden gave his dick a few more pumps before taking his dirtied hand away, the warm liquid covering it almost completely.
“It seems so.” Kaden smiled and glanced back up at Deiru. “I should shower, I feel dirty.” The demon said, suggesting it sexually as well since he was still hard as fuck.
Putting his hand up to Deiru’s mouth, Kaden tilted his head to the side just slightly and furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe you should clean off my hand, since you made it so messy.” he smiled.
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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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