Serge stared. Until now, he’d been enjoying watching Philippe’s dance, captivated by that lithe golden body undulating under the soft lights, and muscles flexing in beat to the sinuous music.
But when the big galoot had stepped out of the sidelines and stood, hard-on tenting his loincloth while Philippe rubbed against him, Serge fought to suppress potent waves of jealousy.
Philippe’s hands now toyed with the tie of the galoot’s loincloth. Was he actually going to pull it off?
Philippe yanked. The tie opened. The cloth slipped to the floor, revealing the muscular vampire’s thick, hard c**k, heavy sac and round hard buttocks.
Question answered.
Serge’s own c**k began to throb with the first signs of an erection. In spite of his jealousy, he became aware of Valmont at his side. The musky
