Valmont undid Philippe’s trousers and tugged them gently down to his knees. A grin spread across Valmont’s lips. “Our friend doesn’t wear underclothes, Serge.”
Philippe’s already hard c**k sprang up, close to Valmont’s face. Valmont reached out and palmed the shaft, stroking it deftly.
Hands touched him, caressed him everywhere and his eyelids fluttered. He moaned softly and Serge caught his sound with a soft kiss, slipped his tongue sensuously between Philippe’s lips. Serge still toyed underneath Philippe’s shirt, gently pinching and caressing Philippe’s n*****s as he kissed him.
As Serge’s kisses grew wilder, the heated swirl of his tongue matched the rhythm of Valmont’s hand on Philippe’s c**k. He felt drowned in pleasure and groaned softly when Valmont’s lips touched his inner thigh
