Who knew that pleasure could be so agonizing?
Yu Yanlin sure did not. His expression strained with lips pulled into a grimace his hands fisted into the sheets below. Zhang Was so maddening. His touch was expert, already well acquainted with Yu Yanlin's body, able to play him with masterful ease.
Yu Yanlin gasped when Zhang Wang flicked the slit of his cock with an eager, prying at the sensitive bit of skin. His fingers, slathered with oil was pressing into the base of Yu Yanlin's dick before cupping his balls.
It wouldn't be so terrible if Yu Yanlin knew that e was allowed release. Alas, such privilege was not privy to him at that moment. And he could do nothing more than tremble under the Immortal of a Thousand Blossom's touch. He tried to stave off the steady climb of pleasure, the inevitable drowning of reason.
