09-30-2017, 05:57 PM
His grinding soon had John's primal urges awokened. He hummed as he kneaded Katsuro's bottom, revelling in how the fleshy parts jiggled and changed shape under his touch, almost like marshmallow as he could sink his hands right into them, lsaving his handprints as he, too, moved his hips, chasing for that friction as he produced a tent.