Shen Jiyu was overwhelmed with lust.
He gasped, he was so close, just there when everything stopped. Yan Xiang pressed down the base of his erection, the sharp pain forced back the orgasm that had reached the precipice.
"We are still playing, Xingan, think, where did you meet Master?"
Shen Jiyu gasped, his voice laced with both desperation and frustration "You…" A dawn of realization soon fell on him, his cock throbbed slightly painful, and he tugged at the ropes, which constricted painfully around him.
Yan Xiang stepped down from the thigh he had been straddling, he enjoyed the look of utter shock on Shen Jiyu's face and gave him a light kiss.
Shen Jiyu gritted his teeth, he had met so many people in his time here. When?
Where? "A hint." Shen Jiyu's voice was hoarse with restraint, "Give me a hint."
