By the next morning, XueYa woke up in the darkness. A heavy weight pressed down on him, his body sore from the relentless pounding he was still subjected to. His spine was stiff, legs unable to close as LiangLin pinned down his hips, dragging that cock against his already tender walls.
Cum trickled out of his body each time LiangLin pulled out, the wet squelches echoing against the stone walls, mingling with their uneven breaths and soft whimpers and groans that XueYa didn't know came from himself.
"Morning," LiangLin murmured, giving XueYa a slobby, dirty kiss that made him drool and gasp for breath. All the while his cock - there was only one, XueYa realised faintly in his groggy state - was still slamming into the filthy hole, soaking the sheets beneath them with sweat and stains of sex. "Mm, your body is so good, husband. I can't get enough of it. It keeps sucking on me so greedily."
