07-25-2017, 12:39 AM
Mitsuo whimpered and moaned as Gil started to stroke him, leaning his head back against Gil's chest more. "Oooh....Aaah." He moaned, hands gripping Gil's arms. "Sh-shit...." he panted, shifting his hips as Gil focused on the head of his cock. "oooh...the seed you planted....its almost ripe." He muttered, wanting to drive Gil crazy. "I feel it sitting so low, just waiting." He panted, slowly rubbing his hands over the wet dome that was his belly.
"Maybe we can add some more seed." He purred, looking up at him and smirking, his face flushed and somewhat sweaty.
"Maybe we can add some more seed." He purred, looking up at him and smirking, his face flushed and somewhat sweaty.