[Xingchen meets the kiss clumsily, but passionately, moaning against those soft lips. His friend is so inviting! How can he say no? Panting, he uses more oil to slick his arousal, shaking slightly.]
I won't hurt you. [He pulls his fingers free and, biting his lip, guides himself into the tight opening. A sharp gasp leaves his lips and he grabs onto Xue Yang's hips.]
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I won't hurt you. [He pulls his fingers free and, biting his lip, guides himself into the tight opening. A sharp gasp leaves his lips and he grabs onto Xue Yang's hips.]