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Chapter 72.1 Smut

Feng Ye’s scorching lips kissed from Yan Sikong’s cheeks all the way down to his chest. The two of them eagerly pulled at each other’s clothing, impatiently caressing the exposed warm skin. The areas touched ignited a fire of desire, rapidly spreading throughout their bodies, burning away their rationality.

 

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye’s hair. “Feng Ye, let me see you…” He searched for Feng Ye’s lips with his own, kissing him deeply, his tongue exploring Feng Ye’s mouth, teasing his slippery and agile tongue.

 

As Feng Ye caressed Yan Sikong’s fair and smooth skin, he also pulled down his pants, his large hands slipping beneath the hem of his clothes, kneading Yan Sikong’s restless arousal.

 

Yan Sikong’s hand also moved downward, grasping Feng Ye’s. The two exchanged passionate breaths, their hands stroking each other’s desires, feeling it rise proudly because of each other, controlling it as if they controlled each other completely.

 

Feng Ye brought their genitals together, rapidly moving them, the two hot and hard penises rubbing against each other, waves of pleasure flooding into their bodies, lust filling their senses, the air beginning to feel sticky.

 

Feng Ye spread Yan Sikong’s legs wide, scooped out a large chunk of honey, and with his fingers, pushed it into his passage. The honey quickly melted due to the warmth of the flesh, making it easy for his fingers to enter and exit. The tight entrance glistened with a shiny gloss as it expanded under Feng Ye’s touch, irresistibly tempting.

 

Feng Ye lightly nibbled on Yan Sikong’s chin. “I’m putting it in. When I missed you, I wish I could fly back. Now you’re here with me… Kong’er, you’re right here with me, it’s wonderful…”

 

Yan Sikong’s heart fluttered unexpectedly. He caressed Feng Ye’s sweaty cheek and whispered, “Come in…”

 

Feng Ye’s large hand roamed through Yan Sikong’s disheveled hair. The thick black hair set off his porcelain-white skin, while his lips, which had been fervently kissed, were rosy and dripping with desire. His eyes seemed to be veiled with desire, enveloped in mist, making him such a beauty, such a talent, entirely belonging to him. The thought of this overwhelmed him with overflowing emotions and desires.

 

With a thrust, Feng Ye’s thick and long member fiercely plunged into Yan Sikong’s heated walls.

 

“Ah…” Yan Sikong emitted a trembling low moan, his legs instinctively tightening, inadvertently trapping Feng Ye’s waist, as his long-dormant entrance contracted sharply, “biting” onto Feng Ye’s manhood.

 

Feng Ye seized Yan Sikong’s waist, withdrawing his shaft slightly before thrusting it back in forcefully. The sensation of being enveloped by those tightly constricted, heated walls drove him almost to madness. He uncontrollably thrust his hips, forcefully opening and closing them, vigorously manipulating this utterly intoxicating honeyed passage.

 

“Feng… Feng Ye…” Yan Sikong stroked his own desire with one hand while muffling his own mouth with the other. Several times he was pushed back by the thrusts, only to be pulled back by Feng Ye, penetrated deeper and harder, the bed creaking along with Feng Ye’s fierce assault.

 

Feng Ye firmly grasped Yan Sikong’s ankle, hoisting his long legs onto his shoulders, half kneeling in front of him, elevating his waist, and once again thrusting deeply. Accompanied by Yan Sikong’s unbearable moans, his passion reached its peak.

 

“Feng Ye… gentle… be gentle…” Yan Sikong tightly covered his mouth, fearing that his voice would betray his obsession and invite unnecessary trouble.

Yet Feng Ye loved seeing Yan Sikong tormented by desire yet still having to endure. His thick, long, and hot shaft ruthlessly pierced the narrow honeyed passage, even producing lascivious sounds with each impact.

 

Tears welled up in Yan Sikong’s eyes, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain the rising pleasure.

 

Feng Ye embraced Yan Sikong, rolling on the bed. Yan Sikong lay naked, limbs spread out on top of Feng Ye, being thrust up and down, his hands grabbing the scattered clothing, emitting a mixture of painful and joyful moans from his throat.

 

The two indulged in boundless desire, willing to drown in it as long as they could hold each other tight, savoring it all…

 

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