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"Does it hurt, my delicious boy toy?" Madarame asked, seeing how James wasn't handling it very well. But he'd seen him savagely riding that huge dildo just minutes ago. He almost took the whole damn thing inside of him, and looked like he wanted more. He clearly saw James's slutty man hole, stretching, gaping to swallow every inch of that toy, as though it were a second mouth. He was eating it with his ass, devouring it, to fill the emptiness inside of him. And now, he seemed in pain, despite Madarame's careful preparations.
He wanted to f*** James like that so badly, but he wanted the young man to experience pleasure, like never before in his entire life. James was obviously doing his very best not to let out his cries, which meant Madarame was hurting him, even if that wasn't his intention.
"Relax, the milkman told him, on a soft, gentle tone of voice. Breathe in and out, deeply, and relax your muscles. I'm going to take it out slowly, but I need you to refrain from twisting or turning or squeezing my hand in the process."
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