[Jiang Cheng isn't sure what to feel, now. It's over, at least, and there's no way he can undo what happened: that's frustrating, but by necessity also allows him to move on. He'll figure out what to make of it all later. It's over, and that is the important thing.
Except it isn't over.
For a split second, Jiang Cheng doesn't respond at all to Xue Yang's touch, not realizing its purpose; then he does realize, and he starts trashing all over again. Renewed panic makes his blood run faster, making his body quicker to respond, his dick soon hardening in Xue Yang's grip. Ironically, it also "helps" that Xue Yang has come, his dick softer now, and no longer thrusting harshly into Jiang Cheng: there's less pain, replaced by a much gentler feeling of invasion.]
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Except it isn't over.
For a split second, Jiang Cheng doesn't respond at all to Xue Yang's touch, not realizing its purpose; then he does realize, and he starts trashing all over again. Renewed panic makes his blood run faster, making his body quicker to respond, his dick soon hardening in Xue Yang's grip. Ironically, it also "helps" that Xue Yang has come, his dick softer now, and no longer thrusting harshly into Jiang Cheng: there's less pain, replaced by a much gentler feeling of invasion.]