Fletcher's Descent into the Abyss Chapter 25

People's feet were trampling in the bushes in a mess, and the dog seemed to have smelled something and was digging at the branches and leaves.

Fletcher Shen had a neck full of mud poured on him. He could not move up or down, so he could only move in a stagnant manner.

Casper Xiao felt even more uncomfortable. This position made it impossible for him to relax. He was always pressed against a tight and delicate place. The person riding on him was not a person at all, but a cloud, covering him with wet mist, omnipresent and pervasive.

He was stirred by the atmosphere, and his erections, which had not been relaxed for a long time, made him so hard that he just wanted to take a cold shower immediately.

Raindrops splashed on my hair.