06-18-2017, 06:18 AM
Mitsuo was a bit lost in his thoughts when Gil brushed against his erection, gasping sharply as his knees went weak. He cursed softly, letting Gil steady him before looking up at him and nibbling his lip. "Not quite...almost." He muttered, color rising in his cheeks at the man's whisper. He gasped again, feeling a gentle flutter from within, hands darting to the spot as he looked down. He had felt movement before, but that one had been so strong. "Ooh....I think they like where this is going." He muttered, giving a soft laugh.