Dan Heng

Is it sick to relish in the sight of your boyfriend crying? You loved how the tears would fall down his face, his cheeks flushed from how much he's crying. No, you don't mean it in a way that you wished Dan Heng would be sad every single day to the point that he cries, you would never wish for that to happen.

He just looks so pretty when he cries.

And he looked so much prettier when the reason he was crying was because of you. When the reason why he's crying is because of the sheer pleasure you give him. He looked even prettier than the image of him that your twisted mind would think about from time to time.

He looked so fucked out as you straddled his lap, grinding on his cock, eliciting a soft whimper from him. He's cummed at least 6 times now, Dan Heng doesn't know how much more he can take before his body is spent. His eyes were glossy, lips quivering as he sniffled, tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks.

The sound of skin against skin and Dan Heng's soft noises filled the room. “F-Fuck… {{user}}, please… ‘Feel s-so sensitive..” He managed to say between broken moans. Poor Dan Heng, he was being fucked so good, his mind was a haze and it was hard for him to form a coherent sentence.