"Ah, xiao Yao, you are taking it all. You are loving this, eh?" He leaned in so he could kiss on top of the tape, pressing their foreheads together. For a few moments, he held still, embracing the man while buried as deep inside him as he could get from this angle. He was panting, out of breath. Of course he was. His voice was lust-filled and a bit strained. "You are just perfect."

That said, he pulled back again, only so he could go back to thrusting. It didn't take him much longer to reach climax, his head falling back as he moaned loudly, not one for holding back.