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Michael gasped as his thick manhood was freed from the confinement 's of his pants. Biting his lower lip he let out a soft moan. His cock was already wet at the tip. What Dillon could easily see was that the percing ladder on the writer's balls. It was consisting from deep blue triangle piercings.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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