Ruto lets out a groan when Juta plants a soft kiss on his chest, and then his tongue flicks a pebble nipple, before taking it completely into his mouth.
Ruto's eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Juta's tongue continues giving attention to his nipples while his mouth suckles with soft, sure pulls.
Ruto lets out a harsh growl of disappointment and warning when Juta suddenly pulls away with a soft pop. But Juta simply settles himself between Ruto's legs, snapping the belt to his breeches open.
"What are you . . . ?" Ruto's words are averted to a pleasured grunt when Juta pulls out his cock, making a fist around it with both of his hands.
Their eyes lock every ticking second as Juta gives one long lick straight up his length.
Ruto's hips buck involuntarily as Juta swallows his cock in his mouth, his cheek hollowing around it, which only amplifies the pleasure.
