You are... Oh. [ The chip of ice may be a reprieve from the overload of sensations but there is still Huaisang's merciless tongue and his fingers that he can't get enough of. His legs tremble a little and he forces himself to take deep, steadying breath to keep himself from coming sooner than his pride permits. But pride or no pride, if Nie Huaisang wants neediness, this much he has achieved already. Jiang Cheng is rocking against him with gritted teeth, trying so hard to keep himself from thrusting into his lover's mouth as he aches to do. ] Please. Don't tease.
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