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God..., Tsuki thought, he was going to show Desaad his hole, come to think of it, he got a shove.

- Come on... - Kurayami said.

Still with his legs on either side of Kurayami's waist, where he bent them, he leaned on Kurayami's legs, as he stood up, he heard a growl.

- Slowly. - Kurayami warned him, with a grip on his ass.

- Twerk it. – Kurayami said.

That time, when Tsuki slowly, as Kurayami asked, when he was going up, looking down, saw a trail of semen, which was running between his thighs and the extension of Kurayami's penis, it seemed to have no end, it was after all a 22 cm penis, the head blunt, its legs spread, with a moan, taking stops as ordered.

Then, when it flowed, until the blunt head, which when it came out to its complete shame made a wet sucking noise, his penis, at last, soft as yours, falling towards the bed.

Tsuki would roll onto his side as he felt the pain deep inside him, his holes pulsing, contracting, spewing semen over and over.