Dulce's pale skin glistened in the cold afternoon sunlight, his flushed member was limply draped over his stomach, white staining the alluring tip. He barely caught his breath before he was pinned down by the Demon, their contrasting hair intermingling.
Ruoxi seemed content to kiss him until the short winter day came to an end, but Dulce wrenched away first. If he were fed any more aphrodisiacs, he might very well faint dead away.
A breathless sound was pulled out of him when Ruoxi lifted himself to grasp their lengths in a single hand, stroking them in tandem.
Still sensitive from his orgasm, Dulce immediately reached out to quell the Demon's relentless motion. Ruoxi's shaft bathed his in clear, floral-scented fluid, it dripped down, slipping into sensitive crevices before pooling on the bed beneath him, soaking the sheets.
