บท 118: Chapter 118

It was nothing like that other, with its dark aura.

Tommy was panting, soft gasps spilling from his lips, his eye fastened on the movement of Roddy’s fingers.

“Yes. I think you’re going to enjoy this very much. Off with the jodhpurs.”

While Tommy scrambled out of his trousers, Roddy placed the phallus down on the blanket and skinned out of his own clothes. Once he was naked, he took a jar of ointment from the bag and concentrated on coating the dildo with a continuous, sensuous motion.

“Roddy?” Tommy’s voice was strained.

“Turn around, sweetheart. I’ll prepare you.”

Tommy spun around and presented his muscular buttocks. Roddy scooped up some of the ointment, smoothed it around Tommy’s hole, and then slid his fingers into that snug passage, adding more ointment with each additional finger.

“There.” Roddy withdrew his fingers and pressed a kiss to one arse cheek.

“Let me do you, love.” Tommy reached for the jar.