GOD OF LUST

Lan Xuanyu's scream welcomed him the moment the connection came alive.

"Xuanyu, are you alright?" Anthony shouted.

"Yes, it's Hua Cheng. Ah!" He replied, making exaggerated moans of enjoyment.

Anthony hissed in anger. Why does Lan Xuanyu keep rubbing the fact that he was single in his face? He wasted his worry for nothing.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you keep screaming? It has been hours, you're not done yet. Don't you get tired?"

"How can I get tired? Ah ah ah! It's not my fault, I can't stop screaming. Blame Hua Cheng, his tongue is in my ass. Ah. Oh my, he just added his fingers. Two fingers, ah. And his other hand is stroking my…"

"Shut up! Shut up immediately." Anthony shouted, his eyes wide with horror and face red with embarrassment. He was basically shaking from Lan Xuanyu's dirty words. Before he could fully recover from the horror, Lan Xuanyu delivered another fatal blow.