"Like that?" asked Zi Han while looking at him through the mirror.
"Just like that. Pinch my cock with your thighs baby," he said his warm palms caressing Zi Han's nipples and abdomen.
Zi Han leaned his head back and kissed Yi Chen's lips while the man slowly thrust into his thighs. Yi Chen dug his fingers slightly into Zi Han's hips as he thrust in between that gap.
"Cross your legs over for me baby," said Yi Chen his voice breathy and hoarse.
