Daniel shuddered at the mouth placement, his body betraying him so badly—especially his ass, which shook in delight.
"Adrian was truly a demon… why his ass of all places," Daniel murmured to himself as Adrian caged his hands against the wall, drilling his tongue so hard into his ass.
He shouldn't be getting this aroused. It was way too degrading. And worse—people were watching.
"Feeling shy, Daniel?" Adrian rose up from worshiping his ass, grinning like a mad beast, smiling so wide as if he hadn't just done something so atrocious.
Daniel straightened himself, trying to gather what little composure he could—trying to regain the dignity Adrian had trampled to the floor. Greasing his palms softly against Adrian's cheeks, he touched his mouth and whispered:
"Your mouth isn't going to work this time, Adrian. Let me go."
