[Needing to release some of the overwhelming tension inside him, Xiao Xingchen's nails sink into the man's back. His nails are rounded and short - though given a clear and glossy paint for completing the look he has at the cafe - so he doesn't break the skin as they form reddened streaks down the man's back. Still, he desperately tries to gain purchase, forming several trails over and over.
Xiao Xingchen doesn't recognize any pain himself, even as he's pushed harder into the boat's floor, the pleasure eclipsing it with ease. When the head of the man's cock hits the sweet spot deep inside, he's as if stunned, limbs losing their strength like the feeling of soaking in heated waters pouring into them at once.
His eyes start to roll back, his crescendo of moans still muffled by their joined lips.]
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Xiao Xingchen doesn't recognize any pain himself, even as he's pushed harder into the boat's floor, the pleasure eclipsing it with ease. When the head of the man's cock hits the sweet spot deep inside, he's as if stunned, limbs losing their strength like the feeling of soaking in heated waters pouring into them at once.
His eyes start to roll back, his crescendo of moans still muffled by their joined lips.]