He took a deep sniff of the taste of the male Lord, his head rubbed against the chest of the other side, the touch is very soft, is the male Lord's clothing material touch, if it is the male Lord skin, probably the touch will be better. He sounded out his hand, tentatively, but did not dare to put it into practice.
Buried in his chest, kneeling on the edge of a small sofa, between his legs, fila felt really, really relieved -- probably because of the inexplicable repose of the hero.