Xuan Jian watched, mesmerized as Xuan Yang shivered above him, the weight of the orgasm washed over him and he was relieved.
The room was bathed in the soft, golden hues of the late afternoon sun. Muted sunlight streamed through the open window, casting a warm and inviting glow across the interior.
The room was adorned with intricate silk tapestries that depicted scenes of nature, their vibrant colors illuminated by the sunlight. But it couldn't compare to the exquisiteness of the other man on the bed with him.
The view from between Xuan Yang's legs was magnificent. The wide splayed long and creamy legs, to either side of Xuan Jian's head, framed the young master above.
A trail of luminescent ebony scales scatted across his inner thighs, ass checks and beyond. The black scales on Xuan Yang's body were a striking sight to behold.
