Snow suddenly felt the body that has been leaning against him has suddenly tense up before a low throaty groan echoed close his ears before the fast movements of their hands wrapping around a specific private part of a person body between them began to frantically move up and down, while the burning hard object constantly twitches and shortly a liquid spurt out of the erected private object of Qing Ye, wetting both of their hands.
Feeling the wet and sticky sensation on Snow's small hands, his lips couldn't help but open up slightly and letting his pink tongue to lick his lip, his throat feeling dry as he takes a deep breath which is a bit harder to do, his crimson blood eyes glowing discerning as a monster that was about to get wild and crazy for a delicious meal.
However, despite it all, Snow's mind manages to remind him that he won't be allowed to make a further move, after all, he still has some restraint set upon him.
"Baby… your turn…"
Eh?
