I am immediately, briefly, assailed with a memory. When I was small, I once viewed a children's television program courtesy of Jii which had a striped tiger in it. It was difficult to not remark upon the resemblance between said tiger, this 'Tigger', and Genta.
I liked the tiger.
Back to the present.
He breathes carefully, evenly, smiling, as I slide first one finger inside him and then another. He is tight, as always, and my erection twitches at the mere hint of the thought of entering him.
I get up on my knees, fingers moving carefully inside him, and lean down to capture his lips. I add a third finger.
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I am immediately, briefly, assailed with a memory. When I was small, I once viewed a children's television program courtesy of Jii which had a striped tiger in it. It was difficult to not remark upon the resemblance between said tiger, this 'Tigger', and Genta.
I liked the tiger.
Back to the present.
He breathes carefully, evenly, smiling, as I slide first one finger inside him and then another. He is tight, as always, and my erection twitches at the mere hint of the thought of entering him.
I get up on my knees, fingers moving carefully inside him, and lean down to capture his lips. I add a third finger.