[Xiao Xingchen barely has any time to come back down from the high, eyes bleary and unfocused, head lolling slightly with each thrust even after his senses filter back to him. As he should have expected, Xue Yang hasn't let him have a break at all. He starts to realize the downsides of this form, needing so little time before beginning to build up to another orgasm.
He tries to glower at Xue Yang, but his expression only looks flustered, as his walls still eagerly cling to the still-hard cock. His hands move away from Xue Yang's shoulders as one comes up to brush back locks of hair clinging to the perspiration on his reddened face, still not fully caught his breath.]
How much more... until you're satisfied?
[Right now, or forever—
His body clearly never wants him to be finished, content to stay like this the entire day, curled around each other as the river slowly carries them down the stream. But if Xue Yang lost interest, his heart should feel relief.]
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He tries to glower at Xue Yang, but his expression only looks flustered, as his walls still eagerly cling to the still-hard cock. His hands move away from Xue Yang's shoulders as one comes up to brush back locks of hair clinging to the perspiration on his reddened face, still not fully caught his breath.]
How much more... until you're satisfied?
[Right now, or forever—
His body clearly never wants him to be finished, content to stay like this the entire day, curled around each other as the river slowly carries them down the stream. But if Xue Yang lost interest, his heart should feel relief.]