03-29-2017, 05:14 PM
Gil.could see Mitsuo gulping in huge breathes when he reached the right spot. The face was a dazed one, a clear distinction from that of pain overwhelmed. Gil smiled and kissed Mitsuo. "I guess I hit the right point." He started attacking the spot, strategically. He would sometimes just brush through it with featherlike touches, and sometimes when he least expected it, hit it hard. The alternating and unpredictable manipulation made the prep even more effective as Mitsuo's backside gradually loosen up further.