"I'm… going to release… all of it… inside…"
"Do it— you can— I'm already— I'm coming— ahh!"
"Ahh, Qiong Xing… kh—!"
As hot white liquid was pounded and released deep inside him, his breathing still uneven, his knees were lifted and he naturally fell back and resting against Elias's chest.
"Sorry… I can't… hold back anymore."
"I-It's fine… Elias… you can… do whatever you like…!"
Between his spread legs, Qiong Xing's own penis had risen again, bouncing and dripping with each thrust.
But there was no time to feel embarrassed.
As Elias drove upward from below, all he could do was cry out what he felt.
"Ah… ah… nn… ah… fuh…"
"Qiong Xing… Qiong Xing!"
There was no way he could overpower Elias in this state.
After spilling himself once, he was laid flat on his back and taken again in the missionary position.
"El-Elias… nn… Elias…"
The slapping of skin against skin grew louder, and with it Elias's thrusts became faster and rougher.
