[ How can he not give Yingxing exactly what he wants? His senses are heavy with heat, needing what he hasn't quite been given yet, and one orgasm was never going to be enough, no matter how many he's had over the past twenty-four hours. His cunt is sensitive, twitching and throbbing through his orgasm, nerve endings all lighting at once as the older man flips them and continues fucking hard and fast into him.
It has him reaching, fingers gripping now in the other's hair, the sound of his voice a keening whine as he rolls his hips up, up against the movements, right into those same overwhelming sensations.
Like this, with his body screaming in exhaustion and pleasure at the same time, with Yingxing's low voice pushing him onward, it's no surprise that he comes again sooner rather than later, his cry almost a sob of pleasure as he does, slumping back against the pillow, limbs trembling with exertion. ]
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It has him reaching, fingers gripping now in the other's hair, the sound of his voice a keening whine as he rolls his hips up, up against the movements, right into those same overwhelming sensations.
Like this, with his body screaming in exhaustion and pleasure at the same time, with Yingxing's low voice pushing him onward, it's no surprise that he comes again sooner rather than later, his cry almost a sob of pleasure as he does, slumping back against the pillow, limbs trembling with exertion. ]