Huaisang gasps at that sweet kiss, the wet flick of tongue. His hand rests in Xue Yang's hair, tightening slightly to urge him on. "Ah! Xue Yang." Moaning, Huaisang widens his legs, letting Xue Yang have better access to his hole. "That's very good. I'm pleased with you."
He isn't shy about taking advantage of what Huaisang gives him. Grasping the other man's thighs, he presses his tongue beyond the tight barrier and into that sweet heat. Xue Yang moans and flicks his tongue against the sensitive walls playfully.
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"Mmm I'm not so bad..." for a walking corpse.