[ Oh, that's a good noise. That soft whimper that slips past Xiao Xingchen's lips stirs Xue Yang's cock even through his exhaustion. It's almost as good as the sight of those fingers disappearing inside of him, and Xue Yang wonders just how it feels in there after having been fucked all night.
Not even he's tried getting fucked for that long, and he can only imagine how sore and sensitive it might be. ]
Do you need help now, daozhang?
[ The offer is made before he can think about it, his voice soft and low. ]
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Not even he's tried getting fucked for that long, and he can only imagine how sore and sensitive it might be. ]
Do you need help now, daozhang?
[ The offer is made before he can think about it, his voice soft and low. ]
Can you reach deep enough?