[Having all his holes occupied is how he likes it. And with them missing their collected third Yingxing's fingers will have to do. Jing Yuan closes his eyes and sucks on the digits. His tongue runs along the calloused finger tips, worn from the strings of his instrument. He loves how they feel. In him. On him.
Jing Yuan moans as he's fucked into. A powerful thrust into his hole, loose from last night. There are still aches from last night and there is an echo of them in that first front. One that makes him keen around those fingers. Good... it's so good... He loves this.
Fucking all day. Playing his heart out with his friends and lovers. And then back to fucking. He never wants this to end or stop. He gives Yingxing's fingers another eager suck, rolling his hips along with the thrusts, easily lost in the pleasure that's filling him. His cock is already hard and leaking over the older man's hand, his insides squeezing around the penetrating length.]
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Jing Yuan moans as he's fucked into. A powerful thrust into his hole, loose from last night. There are still aches from last night and there is an echo of them in that first front. One that makes him keen around those fingers. Good... it's so good... He loves this.
Fucking all day. Playing his heart out with his friends and lovers. And then back to fucking. He never wants this to end or stop. He gives Yingxing's fingers another eager suck, rolling his hips along with the thrusts, easily lost in the pleasure that's filling him. His cock is already hard and leaking over the older man's hand, his insides squeezing around the penetrating length.]