Dan Feng leans over him- pressing in as deeply as he can- and cradles Dan Heng's jaw in his hands.]
You look like a used whore. Our whore.
[And then he dips his head to lick gently at those tear tracks; Dan Heng would be able to feel his cocks jump inside him as he does, filling out even more, impossibly.]
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He'd been crying.
Dan Feng leans over him- pressing in as deeply as he can- and cradles Dan Heng's jaw in his hands.]
You look like a used whore. Our whore.
[And then he dips his head to lick gently at those tear tracks; Dan Heng would be able to feel his cocks jump inside him as he does, filling out even more, impossibly.]