Each time he begs, he eagerly thrusts back and forth, rocking inside of him. Going harder, he must feel more as he starts to pound away into him, increasing the pace, going faster and deeper.

Loss in the feeling, as the heat is becoming unbearable, he's melting. "It's hot, Wei Ying..." He clutches his hips, his size swells as it feels like it's burning each time he stretches him wide.

"Nngh...Wei ying!" Faster and faster until when he reaches the crescendo of his climax, he clutches his hair and pull it, and then with a hard thrust, he releases hard spilling hot white liquid bursting forth, filling him.