There you are. [ Nishitani grins, running his palm down along the curve of Izo's waist, to his hips, and back to squeeze his ass appreciatively. Izo's a sight, especially like this, all worked up and needy while trying to keep his chin high in the air. Nishitani kisses Izo, but only toying, briefly, before he draws back. ] Turn around and put your hands on the wall, Iichan.
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