[H] Shixiong, Don’t! - Chapter 4

One late night, while the eldest and third senior brothers were asleep, the second senior brother began to secretly play with Xuan Jing under the covers. Xuan Jing, trying not to wake the other two brothers, struggled to suppress his moans. The second senior brother bit his bright red ears, teasing him with whispered lewd words, asking if his little entrance was itchy, if his heart of the flower was begging for attention, and if he wanted the second senior brother’s shaft to harshly grind inside him. These dirty whispers made Xuan Jing’s lower body continuously secrete fluids.

The second senior brother pulled off Xuan Jing’s pants and rubbed his wet entrance with his shaft, making it indecently slippery. Xuan Jing’s entrance immediately began to contract, hoping for the shaft to enter.

“Do you want your senior brother to penetrate your little slutty hole, hmm?” the second senior brother relentlessly teased.

“I want…”

When the shaft slid entirely into the wet, slippery entrance, both started to tremble and pant under the covers.

“Ah… it’s so hot inside! Like molten lava.” The second senior brother sighed in comfort as he continued to gently grind his shaft against the entrance, nudging the mouth of the womb.

“Ah… ha… ha…” Xuan Jing moaned as his senior brother’s large shaft slowly ground against his flower’s heart. The entire little entrance couldn’t bear it and began to wriggle and contract, making the shaft swell even more. The senior brother gasped and stabilized Xuan Jing’s body, positioning his buttocks to arch back toward him, then began to thrust powerfully, slamming into the entrance. The mouth of the womb suffered from the harsh impacts, continuously leaking fluids. In the dimly lit room, only the large quilt on the bed heaved, and from under it occasionally came suppressed moans and heavy breathing mixed with the wet sounds of flesh slapping.

The second senior brother bit into Xuan Jing’s shoulder, holding one leg with one hand and kneading the other hand on his snow-white buttocks drenched in thick juices, continuously striking the wet, tight entrance. The pleasure was unbearable. Xuan Jing was nearly delirious, mouth agape, panting as his shaft swung and leaked fluids in front of him.

The tender, flushed flesh of his pounded entrance enveloped and sucked on the man’s massive object. As Xuan Jing occasionally twisted his waist, the entire large quilt was filled with the squishing sounds of thrusting, the gurgling of the shaft stirring the entrance, and the panting sounds of Xuan Jing, whose eyes were tearfully overwhelmed.

The continuous high-speed thrusting soon became too much for Xuan Jing, his heart of the flower kissed repeatedly by the head of the shaft.

“Ah… um… senior brother, I can’t take it… it’s coming…” Xuan Jing gasped and moaned lowly, but the senior brother, as if he hadn’t heard, not only didn’t stop but also increased the force and speed of his thrusts.

Xuan Jing let out a long, suppressed moan, his waist trembling to meet the second senior brother’s entry, his rear entrance rhythmically contracting, his whole body convulsing. The climaxing entrance tightened and clutched the senior brother’s massive size, the high-pressure little entrance continuously writhing and tightening. The senior brother couldn’t take it anymore, pressing dead against the spasming mouth of the womb, intensely ejaculating his hot, thick semen inside. Xuan Jing’s tender flesh of the flower, already softened by the head’s impact, now spasmed and clamped tightly around the shaft as the entrance, just before climax, excitedly ejaculated a large volume of semen.