[He was already tight beyond anything Dan Feng had ever touched, and that clenching pushes him over the edge immediately, his hand pressing down hard on Dan Heng's stomach. He thinks he can actually feel his own cocks twitch through the wall of muscle, and he whines wordlessly against Dan Heng's hair, feeling his own seed bubble out sluggishly from where they're joined.
The clarity of this man is going to be able to make me do anything hits him. He's screwed.] Dan Heng.
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The clarity of this man is going to be able to make me do anything hits him. He's screwed.] Dan Heng.