Chapter 48 Don't Be Harsh On Me

• The smooching sound echoed throughout the room while Braylon was moàning in mess helplessly. Braylon's pants were long gone, just leaving with a boxer in his lower body. Eryx turned him around and looked at the messy face of the latter. His face got a tint of red dust, his chest was going up and down non-rhythmically.
• Braylon was wetting his dry lips now and then.
• “Let me help you with your dry lips, baby.” Eryx's oral commissure was plastered with a dirty smirk which was clearly not good for Braylon right now. Rip to his búm today.