Afterglow

"I'll be your little lover," Xu Feng replied as soon as he had breath. 

But there was a third player in this game who wouldn't be forgotten, "This iceberg is first in line," Xuan Jian reminded the other two players with unfocused eyes filled with lust.

A certain ger was still fondling his "morning surprise."

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Fade to black!

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Xu Feng lay in the afterglow of the morning exercise with his lovers. Everything seemed more special more right. Just right. 

Nothing could harsh this mellow.

It was a perfect moment frozen in time.

His body still tingled with the remnants of their passionate morning, and he had no intention of leaving the warm cocoon of their tangled limbs. The world outside could wait; right now, this moment was all that mattered.

"Hmm," Xuan Jian exhaled, breaking the silence that settled over the room.