The sound of water had disappeared from the bathroom. All that remained was Joshua's passionate, nonstop moaning.
Just then, Luther's finger touched a raised point deep inside the small opening. Joshua couldn't help but widen his eyes and let out a sharp cry, instinctively struggling.
But how could Luther spare Joshua? He incessantly scraped and pressed against that spot! Joshua was now almost unable to stand straight, his entire body threatening to slide down, yet that only caused Luther's fingers to go deeper and press harder on that specific spot, as if Joshua was welcoming the attention and agreeing with Luther.
"Luther, stop, hah, don't scratch that spot, ugh, Luther."
Luther looked at Joshua's restless yet pleasurable expression and laughed. He suddenly used his other hand to support Joshua's buttocks.
