[oowada has to blink a couple times, because whoa, that friction was killer in the best ways and he's more than turned on now, body running hot and already beginning to sweat.
he settles his hands back on ishimaru's waist, drops down to his back, bringing him down with him and grunts happily at the weight bearing down his chest.
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he settles his hands back on ishimaru's waist, drops down to his back, bringing him down with him and grunts happily at the weight bearing down his chest.
yes. good.]
Damn, Kiyotaka. What I wanna do to you...