"Hmm?" Ethlando, who had already withdrawn his impressive weapon, could only press it against Halueth's soft peachy buttocks and thrust forcefully to relieve his own fire.
"I bought a skirt... Mmm... I want to wear it for you..." After just a few thrusts, Halueth was already wet from the man's movements.
"Alright," Ethlando suppressed the intense heat building up in his lower abdomen.
He knew that his little guy's heart was hurt tonight, and he was willing to go along with his wishes, as long as it made him happy.
Ethlando lay on the bed, caressing his own cock, and before long, Halueth, now dressed in women's clothing, walked out of the bathroom.
He wore a simple low-cut T-shirt on top and a red pleated skirt below.
