More marks! How could anyone mistake Wei Ying for single with a husband like this? But oh, it feels incredible be taken against a wall like this. He's grunting with each thrust, biting his lip hard when Lan Zhan hits that spot deep inside him. He wants to cry out as he's rammed into from behind, the pleasure and lust almost too much to bear. But he doesn't want to stop ever. He rocks his hips back into Lan Zhan, the movements increasingly erratic and desperate.
I love you. I love you so much. Don't stop. I want more. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
The restriction of clothes, along with the potential for an audience ar turning him on so damn right now.
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on 2020-02-09 03:51 pm (UTC)I love you. I love you so much. Don't stop. I want more. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
The restriction of clothes, along with the potential for an audience ar turning him on so damn right now.