Gruff Island, Arora Continent.
Football Playground….
At night…
Samuel tightly shut his mouth as Issac's tongue penetrated inside of his asshole, wandering around everywhere, licking every corner of him, and kissing him everywhere.
That tongue felt so lewd inside of him that he just couldn't explain it, and the way it teased him was so extraordinary that he felt his whole body melting along with the warm tongue.
The tongue hit his prostate again and again, licking him there, simulating his inside, stirring them so badly, that he just wanted to die with all this pleasure.
With every lick, he felt tickle, which started from his asshole and ended at his brain, giving him goosebumps all over his body.
And all he could do was shut his mouth not to moan and helplessly lay on the ground feeling Issac torturing him.
