[ Watching Lan Zhan spill into his hand, the wash of pleasure over his face, hearing his voice call out for him makes Wei Ying shudder, a moan of his own escaping his lips as he works his hand over his cock, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch Lan Zhan. ]
Fuck, Lan Zhan. Do you know how beautiful you are? [ He groans, shifting back and making the plug inside him rock against his prostate. ] Keep talking, I want to hear you, please, I'm so—
[ Even as he's about to say "close," he comes with a groan, spilling over his hand, body shuddering. ]
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Fuck, Lan Zhan. Do you know how beautiful you are? [ He groans, shifting back and making the plug inside him rock against his prostate. ] Keep talking, I want to hear you, please, I'm so—
[ Even as he's about to say "close," he comes with a groan, spilling over his hand, body shuddering. ]