Demon Emperor's Wild Husband

Yang was about to say something when he got interrupted by another smack across is ȧss. Then another came, then another. The first few weren't bad, but as the stinging sensation built up, Yang, began to tear up. His mind was also going crazy as he realised that, the pain wasn't turning him off at all. In fact it was making his member harder. He was getting just enough stimulus with every hit to bring him even closer to his delayed ȯrġȧsm.

At the final hit, Yang counted 20 with a shaky voice. Li Jun looked at Yang's red ȧss and couldn't help but admire it. After moving into a more comfortable position Li Jun moved behind Yang and laid his dɨċk against the crack of his ȧss as his hand patted and rubbed the sore flesh of his backside.

Yang could feel Li Jun behind him as his hot member kept rubbing against him. Yang ġrȯȧnėd beneath him as Jun used both his hands to separate his ȧss cheeks. His ȧsshole was a tight pink pucker, glossy with juices that he created.

Jun went down and slowly started ŀɨċkɨnġ around Yang's pink hole. He worked his tongue in as deep as it would go and wiggled it steadily back and forth. Yang felt a wave of pŀėȧsurė and squealed aloud.

Jun stopped and left Yang feeling empty. Jun was stood on his knees, his hard erection displayed wide open to Yang to see.

"My turn", Yang knew what he meant, Yang brushed a few strands of hair behind his ear and sank down to swallow Jun's member. The size of Jun's erection was definitely not to be reckoned with. Yang slowly took the length into his mouth. Even before he could swallow everything, he felt its slippery tip knock against the back of his throat. The body of the erection was thick and searing. The inside of Yang's mouth could feel the strong veins on Jun's member.

Yang's cheeks were puffed up from stuffing the object inside his mouth. Despite the difficulty, he still patiently sent the remaining but deeper into his throat. Yang was definitely experienced with dealing with Jun's member. Yang gave it all he had, suċkɨnġ, and ŀɨċkɨnġ with much noise, almost as though he was tasting some sort of delicacy. With a few deep throats, Li Jun couldn't hold it anymore and let it out.

The ėʝȧċuŀȧtė was rather thick, its musky smell pouring into Yang's throat. Yang straightened up, coughing lightly, he swallowed everything and wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Jun stared at Yang with fierce ŀust in his eyes. However, he didn't take the lead to touch Yang. Instead, he leaned against the headboard of the bed and watched Yang intently.

Yang had slender, legs, thɨġhs white as jade and lined by smooth muscles. His buŧŧȯċks were round and full. This created a quiet and enjoyable scene for Jun to see. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Yang turned around and lay prone onto the bed. Facing Jun with his back.. His fingers moved towards the lower part of his body.