[ Xue Yang's body arches into the touch as Xiao Xingchen's cock drives into him, his figure sprawling almost gracefully for the camera to capture in loving detail. His eyes go hazy almost immediately, as if the intrusion in his ass has well and truly switched his mind off. There's no more protest, no more fighting, no more sass or argument.
With the initial rush passed he relaxes as if boneless. His unfocused gaze slowly wanders back towards Xiao Xingchen's face and he stares up at him as if transfixed, like he's the only thing in the whole world. His whole body is hot and his face is darkened with flush, his breathing slow but wavering slightly. Finally there's more movement: his eyelids flutter slightly before closing, almost giving the impression that he's going to sleep, and he even lets out a pleased murmur.
Xue Yang feels a sense of contentment like he's never experienced before, and it's almost as if he could fall asleep. He could stay like this forever: relaxed half on the floor, half on Xiao Xingchen's lap, ass filled with a solid warmth, mind pleasantly blank. What more could he ever want? ]
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With the initial rush passed he relaxes as if boneless. His unfocused gaze slowly wanders back towards Xiao Xingchen's face and he stares up at him as if transfixed, like he's the only thing in the whole world. His whole body is hot and his face is darkened with flush, his breathing slow but wavering slightly. Finally there's more movement: his eyelids flutter slightly before closing, almost giving the impression that he's going to sleep, and he even lets out a pleased murmur.
Xue Yang feels a sense of contentment like he's never experienced before, and it's almost as if he could fall asleep. He could stay like this forever: relaxed half on the floor, half on Xiao Xingchen's lap, ass filled with a solid warmth, mind pleasantly blank. What more could he ever want? ]