"Not there… I can't…" he gasped, voice trembling.
The pressure inside was unbearable, almost nauseating.
Yet, against all reason, it also felt indescribably good.
His body instinctively tightened around Ignatius, and judging by the furrow in Ignatius' brow, he wasn't the only one overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Does it hurt?" Ignatius asked, his tone laced with concern.
Shen Xinghui shook his head vigorously, affirming that he was fine, though the overwhelming sensations were testing his limits.
"If it's too much, let me know," Ignatius added.
Again, Shen Xinghui shook his head, though the truth was he was nearing his breaking point.
Every thrust seemed to carve deeper into him, brushing against sensitive spots that made him cry out uncontrollably.
He felt guilty for the noise he was making, wondering if it might ruin the mood, but it was impossible to hold back.