the hot substances interlocked together, pulsating in bellinburg's palm.
with each friction, the body trembles as well, and even the soul shudders along, about to reach the peak.
bellingham never imagined that such an event would bring about such joy, not just physical joy.
he knew that it was more because of the argentine boy beneath him, his tightly clenched lower lip, his dazed gaze, and the moans that escaped from his mouth.
all of these things left him completely spellbound.
their overlapping, closely-pressed bodies gradually warmed up, and mastantono's sobs became intermittent, pitifully pleading: &jude, i'm almost coming...&
as he spoke, he even voluntarily leaned forward to rub against his body.
his behavior was so adorable that it completely softened beilinheim's heart.
&ok, let's enjoy it together.& bellingham increased the intensity and said at the very moment when they were about to reach the peak, &tesoro,te amo.&