By the time LiangLin finally pulled his fingers away, XueYa was feeling numb, his hole unable to close from the excruciatingly long stretch.
Still, the relentless itch deep within was driving him insane, his breath short and pained as LiangLin finally caressed the inside of XueYa's thighs, coaxing them to pinch back against the taut waist, spreading the lewd scene for LiangLin to see.
"No wonder you love doing this so much," LiangLin murmured, his fingers circulating the loosened entrance, slipping in and out to test the resistance.
The heat was scathing around XueYa's skin and he bit down on his lip until he drew blood, enduring the coiling heat that simmered right beneath the skin of his abdomen, all the way to the depths of his body.
He felt so needy it was borderline painful. No torture could feel this devastating.
"You look so beautiful, XueYa."
"... Uh," XueYa couldn't care less what he looked like right now.