Chen Ming let out a gasp as his back arched automatically. A soft, desperate whimper escaped his lips as he looked at the man through his misty glance.
"You… You… You….." He wanted to speak about something, but at the moment, he wasn't very much aware of what kind of words he should let out. His mind had gone blank, entirely focusing on that thing on his nipples.
Damn it….. he would have never guessed ever in his life something so stimulating could happen to him. He felt cold in that area, but specifically that coldness gave him a hint of desire, burning deep in his heart, centered only toward that thing on his nipple.
He wanted someone to take that thing off of him but at the same time, he wanted the man to stimulate him even more! This kind of contradictory thoughts made his eyes tear up a little as he whispered once again.
