04-07-2017, 06:53 PM
Mitsuo moaned louder as Gil sucked on his nipple, back arching slightly as one hand moved into his hair. He panted harshly, sliding down so he was laying rather than sitting beside Gil. His hips jerked sharply when Gil's hand moved to his cock, free hand moving to his belly. He could have sworn he felt it tighten...but he wasn't going to jump the gun. "Oooh, f-fuck..." He moaned, cock twitching in Gil's hand. Gil would taste the faintest sweet flavor of breast milk from his nipple. He wasn't producing much, but it was enough...