Ethan Caldwell looked at his provocative smile, having no choice but to helplessly endure this sweet torture. He lay on the bed, watching the youngster reach out to tease his meat rod, exactly like a child who had found a new toy.
The moment Julian Sterling lowered his head and used his red lips to lightly kiss that full glans, the veins on Ethan's temples felt like they were about to explode.
Yet the instigator acted very innocently; after kissing it, he sat up, his small finger lightly touching the shaft, stroking it as if barely touching, then he touched his own lips, chuckling softly: "Ethan, it smells like lemon, but it isn't very fragrant."
How could it possibly be fragrant!
That place exuded strong male hormones, and the masculine scent was very distinct. The lemon scent Julian mentioned was the smell of their body wash, as Ethan had just showered after all. The faint lemon scent mixed with the male hormones made the object much more alluring.
