Zhao Kaiming regretfully spoke: "It seems you cannot continue."
An He breathed heavily for a while, then reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Zhao Kaiming's white blouse, his voice carrying a hint of pleading:
"It's fine, it's fine, doctor, please continue."
"Alright, but…"
Zhao Kaiming's wet fingers glided around the anus to the manhood beneath, lightly stroking it.
"Let's take care of the problem in the front first."
Zhao Kaiming's hands were born to hold a scalpel. They were warm and dry, soft and powerful. Right now, his two hands were gently holding An He's erect male object. His thumb circled the head of the penis, making An He's heart itch along with it. An He finally couldn't stand it anymore. He lay flat on his back, lifting his waist and brought his penis into Zhao Kaiming's hands while his mouth moaned loudly.
"Ah~~ it feels good, doctor, it feels so good, ah~. Hurry, hurry up a bit, I really like it."
The tone of An He's voice wasn't as deep as a mature man's, but clear and immature like a high school boy's. Right now, this clear tone was dyed with the color of lust, heightening the seduction.
Zhao Kaiming listened to him moan, feeling his lower body also rapidly hardening. His thin trousers had no way of holding back his great desire. Because of that, Zhao Kaiming decisively removed his belt. Inside his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Luckily the white blouse helped cover him.
An He was spacing out, but he immediately saw this scene. His eyes stared at Zhao Kaiming's penis. The size compared to his was completely different.
"What's wrong, were you scared by it? Shouldn't you also help me?"
Zhao Kaiming spoke while pulling An He's hand to drape over his own male object.
An He temporarily forgot himself. He grasped Zhao Kaiming's penis and got up, kneeling on the bed. He lifted his head and asked:
"Can I?"
Zhao Kaiming understood the meaning behind those words. He lifted his fingers to stroke An He's lips, saying:
"Of course you can, I'll be troubling you."
A smile blossomed on An He's face. He lowered his head and kissed the large thick object. He kissed in a line from the head downwards, using the tip of his tongue to drag a straight line along the shaft. A strong masculine odor hit him in the face. An He opened his mouth and sucked on one of the testicles, saliva trickling down from the corner of his mouth. After sucking for a while, An He spit out the testicle and sucked the head into his mouth instead. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to swallow the entire thing.
"Ah~" Zhao Kaiming comfortably raised his head and closed his eyes. He stroked An He's hair with one hand before pressing the other's head down deeply.
An He was pressed so hard that the head of the penis hit the deepest part of his pharynx, causing him to gag. However his head was pressed down with no way of coming up. An He sobbed a few times and struggled slightly. He was about to suffocate.
Zhao Kaiming let go of him, squinted his eyes and said:
"Alright, let's change to another position."
After that, Zhao Kaiming pushed An He onto the bed. He lifted one of An He's legs and grabbed his own penis, stabbing into the entrance of the anus.
An He didn't have the chance to breathe before a heat that made his whole body flush was channeled from his rectum. He followed his desires, tightly curling his toes. He looked at Zhao Kaiming thirstily, hoping the person in front of him could powerfully pierce him. An He's hands pulled at the white dress shirt that was wrinkled a long time ago, exposing a smooth white chest. Two pink cherry blossom petals stood straight up, arousing Zhao Kaiming. He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, using his hand to stroke the other at the same time.
An He sighed in satisfaction, hugging Zhao Kaiming's head as he moaned full of lust.
"Ah… Doctor, my nipples itch. Doctor, your licking is so comfortable. I want, I want more, ah~. My bottom half is wet again, the bottom wants it too."
"What else do you want? If the patient doesn't say so clearly, the doctor also has no way of treating the sickness."
Zhao Kaiming rubbed one of his nipples and smiled while speaking.
"Ah, I want the doctor's great penis… to strongly fuck me… to death."
Zhao Kaiming immediately brought his gun into combat. He supported his meat rod and stabbing it into An He's small hole. The small hole was already overflowing with fluid and was exploited by the fingers earlier, so the meat rod entered very smoothly. However Zhao Kaiming's penis was both large and long. Halfway in, it got stuck, making both people feel tortured.
Zhao Kaiming began to gently rock back and forth. Each time he purposefully stabbed deeply inside and finally managed to bring the entirety of his meat inside.
"Ah… Ah… Mm… Mm…" The intense waves gradually made An He's moans break into low gasps.
After a hundred rounds of rocking back and forth, the intense pleasure rushed straight up into his brain. Zhao Kaiming stood with a straight back, shooting strand after strand of semen deep inside the rectum, filling up the small crowded space. An He moaned loudly, also reaching climax. Although his hard erect penis wasn't comforted, it still immediately shot out a load. Semen drizzled onto his chest and stomach. Zhao Kaiming lay on top of An He and rested for a while, then gradually pulled out his half erect meat rod. It was sticky with semen, dripping drop by drop onto An He's body. An He was spacing out, but seeing that, he began to recover a bit of his reasoning. He looked at Zhao Kaiming's meat rod and swallowed his saliva.
An He crawled up, once again kneeling in front of Zhao Kaiming. He brought the other man's penis into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to lick clean the semen mixed with his own intestinal fluid.
After finishing everything, An He lifted his head, licking the fluid at the corner of his lips: "Doctor, it tasted so good, I want more."