That blurred man's hands continuously slid over his hip with deliberate slowness, and Gou Feng felt his traitorous body arch into the touch even as his mind screamed.
"I'll be gentle, hm?"
The man behind him once again murmured against his ear, this time low, dripping with heat that made him subconsciously bite his lower lip and curl his toes.
Gou Feng tried to turn to see the face of the man holding him when suddenly a sharp pressure at his peach hole stopped him cold.
There was no warning; the intrusion was just a sudden, brutal stretch as something thick and impossibly hard forced its way inside him, tearing a scream from his throat, or at least, he tried to scream.
What escaped his lips was a wanton, high-pitched moan, filthy and desperate, the sound of a whore rather than a victim.
"Ngh! Ahh—ahh, fu—nngh..."
Gou Feng's face burned with shame, crimson spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. Yet, despite his humiliation, his body betrayed him.
