Yueul’s eyes widened as Wooheon’s hand continued to stroke him, rubbing against his already overstimulated length.
His body should have been spent by now.
After coming so many times, there shouldn’t have been anything left.
And yet—
The moment that familiar pressure built inside him again, he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Haa—hngh, no, stop. Please....”
Wooheon felt the way his body trembled, signaling another impending release, and started moving his hips again.
It was difficult with the way his barb had swelled, locking him deep inside, but he didn’t care.
Wooheon’s cock, firmly locked in place, began to move—pressing through the tight grip that refused to yield.
The barb pressed in firmly, as if it knew exactly where to catch, sending sharp waves of ecstasy through Yueul.
“N-no, stop, ahh!”
Wooheon’s body wasn’t listening to him anymore.
He was getting frustrated with himself, not being able to control his own penis.
