[ If his heart still beat, it would flutter and leap under that gaze. As it is, Hua Cheng gazes right back, mirroring that emotion. His fingers twitch and stroke over his beloved's hips, as if they're the ones stretching his love.
A low moan answers the oil being used on him and he thrusts lazily up into those teasing fingers.
Finally his beloved lifts up and then...sits down. Sinks down onto him, making him groan and thrust up into that willing, giving body that is pure molten pleasure. ]
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A low moan answers the oil being used on him and he thrusts lazily up into those teasing fingers.
Finally his beloved lifts up and then...sits down. Sinks down onto him, making him groan and thrust up into that willing, giving body that is pure molten pleasure. ]
Perfect.