Whoever said that practice made perfect had to be choking the teacher’s cocksicle! Carlos felt like he was tethering on the edge of both an unfavourable heaven and an undeniable hell.
“Are you alright? You don’t look too well. Maybe you should check in with the doctor? Is your rut near?”
Carlos waved weakly at Ruo Han. Despite everything that happened, his ex-roommate was the only one who still showed a semblance of concern for his rotten ass. Bruce simply treated him like air, and the bastard Wilson wasn’t around.
Speaking of ass, the thing stuck right up his anus brushed against a sensitive bundle, and Carlos had to put his head down to hide the flush creeping up his neck. How did that asshat expect him to get used to carrying a toy inside him?! It wasn’t even the same one they used y
