BP 95

The man was pushing himself inside. Turning his head, Seung-hyun hid his cheek against his slanted shoulder. The hole, tangled with gel and semen, accepted the penis smoothly. The appropriately widened entrance offered no resistance.

A pace of slow withdrawals followed by rough thrusts repeated several times. It was because the grip holding his entire pelvis unilaterally controlled the speed.

A wet gasp escaped Seung-hyun’s lips once more. Every time his waist was forced to shake, the pillar plunging into him made his vision blur. An erotic sensation bloomed from below. While rubbing the flesh where the blood had gathered, he was pierced repeatedly. A splashing sound echoed continuously from the entrance, which had become even wetter than before. Seung-hyun’s sigh scattered into the air as he tilted his head back.