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When Tsuki Miki realized that he came between their stomachs, which was between their choked screams and crying, it was nice, but painful, he fucked him with controlled strength, then felt something wet in the middle of slow thrusts.

What Tsuki Miki did not understand, but Kurayami growled, he thrust, inside him, hitting that same spot, at that same angle, where he felt the squirt, his cock, inside him.

Tsuki Miki was feeling those veins in that Tsuki Miki penis, non-stop beating, pushing, with strokes in and out of him, the semen non-stop squirting like a high-pressure hose, squirting and overflowing through the sides, amidst the strokes inside him, between your screams, between your chokes.

Kurayami felt those rings of muscle wrapping around his cock between strokes, the veins around him, that hot, tight cavern he felt each pushing his screams into beats in his prostate.