[whether it's the press of dan feng's palm or the wet heat filling up what little space remained within him that undoes him is up for debate, but that's not the point. the point is that he's coming too, his own come spilling across his belly and dan feng's hand and the table, cocks twitching untouched.

of course, this means the unreal clutch around dan feng intensifies, dan heng's own slick squirting and making the mess squeezing out of him wetter still as he shudders and gasps his way through orgasm.]