Christian's foot reached out and gently touched Felix's bulging manhood. It began to slide along the hardening shaft, shameless exactly as the gaze of Andersen's eyes.
Oh, fuck!
The bathrobe didn't stand a chance. Nor did Felix. The man swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He cleared his throat. He tried very hard to maintain his composure.
"And I appreciate your efforts," he announced. At that moment Christian, with a playful smile, slid his foot down to his delicate jewels. Felix let out a short, exasperated moan. "Very," he added.
Christian leaned over the table, still with that smile of his that subtracted from him some years.
"Really?"
He teased Felix, and it made him happy. Why not? The pleasure was mutual.
"Do you have to ask? Can't you sense?" Krauze also leaned over the table. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's hot breaths.
However, it was too far away. Too little for them.
