On the next moment a bottle with a transparent liquid is brought to view, and for my past life I knew, by watching some types of videos that shall not be mentioned ever again, the necessary preparations to engage in homosexual sex.
And seems like someone had done his reacher too.
That bottle was probably something that came out of the bag the devil gave me, which I wish I had taken a proper look on the contents beforehand now, that Leonel seems to have separated on the side for the occasion, taking the bottle and putting a lot of the thick liquid on his fingers without restrain, only for his clean hand to pull my leg up and pass it over his shoulder, the other naturally bending a little to accompany the movement.
"I'm going to stretch you out, let me know if it hurts ok?"
"U-uhm." I say, blushing but still very eager, especially after all the buildup and no release for the past minutes.
