At one point, during a rare moment when silence filled the burrow, Graf climbed out from under the bear fur, then disappeared back inside, head first. Since the burrow was small, his manoeuvres meant his knees kept knocking into Adama.
“What are you doing?” asked Adama, who suspected something wonderful was about to happen.
Graf parted his buttocks, then Adama felt something firm and wet on his anus. Graf’s tongue. The second it touched the puckered skin, Adama started quivering. Immediately, his hand went to his cock and he began stroking it, though too soon he could feel the imminent sensation of climax approaching.
Not yet, he told himself.