04-12-2017, 01:57 PM
Mitsuo gave a strangled moan when Gil started to fondle his cock, shifting with him when he sat down more. His breath hitched when he nudged his clit, rocking his hips against it. He wrapped his arms around the man more, clinging to him as he moved. The gentle rocking of his hips was helping to move the gel down. He cursed and moaned, muttering things quietly.