Finn temporarily pulled out, picked up Mason Ye and turned him over, aligning the boy's body with his erect lower body and slowly sinking until the penis was inserted with the weight of the seat. Go to a terrifying depth.
Mason Ye's face was stained with tears, her lips were so red that they were bleeding, and her white shirt was soaked translucent with sweat and was still wrapped around her elbows from behind. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Finn's shoulder. This show of weakness greatly aroused Finn's desire for sadism. He almost immediately picked up Mason Ye's waist and pressed it down hard, a dozen times in a row. Any pause in thrusting made Mason Ye almost unable to make a sound.
This man was in his prime, and he had been holding it in for a long time. He was so energetic that he pressed and K!ssed Mason Ye and coaxed him countless times. Mason Ye was so groggy that she couldn't feel when she climaxed. Yes, in the end he couldn't ejaculate anything anymore, because he was numb from too much pleasure. He only felt that the hot penis like a hard wedge pressed heavily against his prostate, and the pleasure of burning everything made him almost pass out.
Finn finally ejaculated for the last time, and the semen flowed all over Mason Ye's thighs, which was terrifyingly lustful. The lust was finally satisfied in the skin-to-skin contact. Finn took a long breath and K!ssed Mason Ye's soaked neck.
The contented love seemed to be hot and bubbling, evaporating from both of their hearts at the same time, but no one said it, and they all understood it tacitly.
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