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Michael couldn't tear off his eyes from the other male. He was so passionate, so sexy riding him like that. No... it was more like he was owning him in that moment and it turned the writer on the more the longer he looked at Dillon. Soon he was reduced to soft moans and groans, just enjoying this marvelous person using his cock to pleasure himself. If Dillon would want to he would be able to make him do whatever he wanted right now... as always when he was his inspired self.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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