"Big brother, I want to dance on the moon with you!"
"Dance on the moon?" Maximillien wondered whether that was just another term of something he didn't know since he was ten years older than Jean, or it was literally dancing on the moon.
Jean checked at Wolf, who was still immersing himself with the jellyfish onahole, "Wolf, you can do it until you're fully healed! Just imagine me servicing your big cock!"
"Uhh… Aahhh! Y—Young Master!" Wolf was too immersed to hear anyone, he had been controlled by this jellyfish, and he had shot four times in a row. It was very effective when Young Master Jean whispered in his ears, 'Imagine your Young Master is servicing your cock.'
Maximillien glared at Jean. He was about to put Jean under his long lecture about modesty and how he was doing something so degenerate. But when he saw how happy Jean was, that thought of scolding him disappeared.
