[Those words alone were enough to send fire rushing through Mukuro's borrowed veins, his whole body coming alight just for this priest alone. The fact that Chikusa Kakimoto had said those words was truly commendable, but even more enticing was the knowledge that the priest had taken those words to heart. Had thought about them deeply, fantasized about them, had researched them. He wanted to know exactly what Chikusa Kakimoto had done to himself as he had replayed those words in his mind, and briefly he recalled the priest's flushed skin jarring against his curtain of dark hair, his back bowed, his hands sure against his own erect cock.
Mukuro kept his strokes on the priest's cock slow and steady, not wanting him to get off right away, his breathing uneven.]
What else have you thought about, Chikusa Kakimoto?
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Mukuro kept his strokes on the priest's cock slow and steady, not wanting him to get off right away, his breathing uneven.]
What else have you thought about, Chikusa Kakimoto?