[ Another curse spills from Xue Yang's lips, and his hips buck again, but this time it's not just the once. Twice, a third time, until he's pressing up over and over. His pace is uneven and somewhat stilted but he grinds back against that hole as if he's already inside. His grip continues to be relatively weak; if it weren't he'd definitely be moving that ass at a pace to match.
Xue Yang isn't holding back, and seems perfectly willing to get off like this if he has to. At this level of desperation he's not picky, nor does he care about something like his dignity. He has stimulation from another person, and even if it would be him rutting himself to climax, it's fine as long as he gets said climax.
A pleased groan even makes its way out, as if punctuating the sentiment that this is sufficient gratification whether or not anything more intense might actually be offered. ]
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Xue Yang isn't holding back, and seems perfectly willing to get off like this if he has to. At this level of desperation he's not picky, nor does he care about something like his dignity. He has stimulation from another person, and even if it would be him rutting himself to climax, it's fine as long as he gets said climax.
A pleased groan even makes its way out, as if punctuating the sentiment that this is sufficient gratification whether or not anything more intense might actually be offered. ]