Pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that, LaRue.
[Oh, but that's exactly what Makoto wanted to hear back then: that distinct way that Hikaru Shinta whines when release is so close, yet so far away. The memory's been sped up a bit, see. You're both already at that point where Makoto Kuzunoha has a dildo buried deep into that ass, where those tiny vibrators are humming against those nipples, where every breath Hikaru draws is a sob that occasionally tapers out into a desperate, muffled whine from around that gag, where he's lovingly licking the salt from the skin of the boy's neck as Hikaru's body writhes beneath him.
"Say 'please'."
He's far from done, Josh. You've had Makoto in your head long enough for you to know that.]
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Pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that, LaRue.
[Oh, but that's exactly what Makoto wanted to hear back then: that distinct way that Hikaru Shinta whines when release is so close, yet so far away. The memory's been sped up a bit, see. You're both already at that point where Makoto Kuzunoha has a dildo buried deep into that ass, where those tiny vibrators are humming against those nipples, where every breath Hikaru draws is a sob that occasionally tapers out into a desperate, muffled whine from around that gag, where he's lovingly licking the salt from the skin of the boy's neck as Hikaru's body writhes beneath him.
"Say 'please'."
He's far from done, Josh. You've had Makoto in your head long enough for you to know that.]