Guided by Wooheon’s hand, Yueul found himself gripping both their cocks together.
The sensation made him tremble, saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth as he gasped for air.
“Ah... stop, please...! Ngh...!”
It didn’t take long before he climaxed again.
The thick, cloudy liquid from before had thinned considerably after so many releases.
Each drop of semen spattered onto the bed with every shake of his exhausted body.
‘I-I... think I might actually die from this.’
When Wooheon finally released his hand, Yueul weakly grabbed the sheets.
The day was slipping away.
What had started as a nighttime encounter stretched well into the morning, and by the time the sun began to set, they were still going.
His body, bound and exhausted, craved rest.
Yet the relentless stimulation denied him even the chance to pass out.
“Hnnngh, ah... ngh...!”
As Wooheon continued thrusting, Yueul whimpered, his jaw clicking with the urge to bite down again.
