At first, it had been desperate and intense, but gradually it became a slow, soaking warmth, a pleasure that seeped through him, making him want to stay like that.
Feeling heat rising in his lower body, Qiong Xing came to his senses and signaled Elias to stop.
"W-wait… nn… Elias… please, nn, wait."
"…Nn, just a little longer."
Qiong Xing tried to stop Elias realizing this was getting dangerous, but he wasn't released.
As Elias's tongue entwined more forcefully, resistance became impossible.
"Nn, nn, fu, nn—nn! Nn!"
Lost in the pleasure, Qiong Xing suddenly realized his hand had moved and his rear was being stroked, making him tremble.
"Nn, nn… Elias, Elias!"
"Nn, it can't be helped."
It's so dangerous.
He was almost carried away.
"J-just what are you doing... Wha!"
As soon as Elias released the arms that had been holding him, Qiong Xing's legs gave out and he sank to the floor.
Even he was surprised and though he tried to stand, his legs wouldn't cooperate.
