[Huaisang's breathing grows rough and ragged as Xue Yang works his fingers in and out. No one's ever touched him in such a way before but normally when he might feel shy, right now he just eager and excited. He grunts as they push into him, head bowed with wisps of hair falling forward, his cock twitching under each teasing touch.
He should probably be afraid but he's not, even when that third finger slips in and stretching him open wider. Tremors of anticipation travel through his body.]
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He should probably be afraid but he's not, even when that third finger slips in and stretching him open wider. Tremors of anticipation travel through his body.]