05-03-2017, 02:29 AM
The moan of Mitsuo cut off Gil's rubbing hand. He quickly withdrew and instead, wound his arm around Mitsuo's waist to hold him near, hearing him pant as he planted his head on his shoulder. "Hey Dr, err, Mitsuo just lost his mucus plug....and he's now having a contraction that might not be as 'practice' as we originally thought... would you be available for a checkup, like, now?" He asked feeling Mitsuo panted from.pain, and perhaps some arousal. He pressed a kiss on him while palming his belly, tracing the stretchmarks.