Realization

"Shen Xinghui—!"

Ignatius's voice rose in shock and panic.

He thought for sure Shen Xinghui would flinch back in fear—but instead, what met him were determined, unwavering eyes.

For the first time, he saw a side of Shen Xinghui he had never noticed before.

So he could make a face like this, too.

Maybe Shen Xinghui was more stubborn than he had realized.

Shen Xinghui's inexperienced, clumsy oral movements weren't quite enough to bring Ignatius to release, yet they only served to stoke his desire further.

Watching his own massive length disappearing into Shen Xinghui's small mouth was an obscene sight, one that sent his arousal spiraling out of control.

As Shen Xinghui used his tongue, kissed, and sucked while his hands stroked the shaft, Ignatius's breathing grew heavier.

His heartbeat pounded violently in his chest, completely out of his control.

"Ugh—! Cough..."

"You don't have to force yourself—"