In-ho dreamed of Gi-hun from the first games and the second games, together, kissing.
He held their heads and began to thrust his cock between their lips, now their tongues caressing its length with every back-and-forth movement. He holds both of their hair, and Gi-hun!1 whimpers between sighs and moans, embarrassed, while Gi-hun!2 lets out grunts and gasps and looks him straight in the eye, angry at being interrupted. But so his partner won’t feel shy, Gi-hun!2 starts lifting his shirt and caressing his chocolate-colored nipples










