39 Post-Nut Clarity [M]

Inside the wooden cottage in the middle of wilderness, two people sat close together, their silhouettes melding into one under the undulating crimson glow cast by the marble on the window sill. Despite the chilling weather brought by the faint drizzle, the air within the house was warm – sweltering, even. 

"Ah… hnghh!" Soft and delicate cries echoed in the air, intertwining with another low murmur.

"Don't stop. Keep going. You're close, aren't you?" 

"I…" Rui Ye gasped, his body squirming and writhing in Song Zhuyu's embrace. He tried so hard to resist the terrifying yet exquisite sensation building up in his lower abdomen, but Song Zhuyu's arm remained firm and heavy around him, leaving him nowhere to escape. Not to mention, his male region was currently held in Song Zhuyu's strong grasp, which had not stopped moving since. 

Unable to contain himself, he buried his face into Song Zhuyu's shoulder, his whimper coming out muffled, "I can't… please…"