"I can't hold on... ah fuck... ah ah ah ah," whispered Qie Xieling his fingers digging into the edge of the countertop. He cried out as Luo Muchen pounded his sweet spot relentlessly.
Luo Muchen placed his hand on Qie Xieling's throat and pulled him back kissing his lips passionately. Qie Xieling's muffled cries filled the room as he climaxed.
"Mmmmh," he moaned, his body shivering and his heart racing. Luo Muchen's movements were erratic. His thrusts were fast and hard. He was about to cum but he was holding back, prolonging his own climax, and enjoying his lover's body.
His thrusts were deep and intense, his hips jerking involuntarily. Qie Xieling's cock twitched, a string of white liquid splashing against his stomach and the kitchen counter. His head fell forward, his lips slightly parted and his breathing irregular.
