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Fumio ran his fingers through Akia's hair. He felt as though he was losing himself. He was basically repeating all the things he had done to Akia and he was doing it well, Akia's mouth was so tight and wet, he had to keep himself from thrusting into this mouth, if he did he would surely suffocate the boy. After little bit, he started to pant rapidly, he ran his hand through his hair even faster.
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