"Hnn.. ngh… oh gods… you're so—" Ningyan's voice broke apart into breathless gasps.
He couldn't even tell if the sounds spilling into the air were his own. They were stretched thin and unrestrained, blending with the wet, rhythmic impact echoing through the chamber.
All he knew was the overwhelming relentless sensation.
His body jolted with every movement, nerves igniting, heat coiling deep inside him as pleasure rushed through him like something alive. Something that refused to let him breathe, refused to let him rest.
He had no sense of time. Only the way his body was being taken apart and pieced back together, over and over. Too full. Too much. There were two cocks inside him, after all.
"Yan'er…" Meishan's voice came out low and rough, breath uneven, his handsome face flushed as he drove in deep.
