If he could hear the man, Shinjirou would be inclined to agree with him. Sucking cock, getting fucked by men who don't care about his well-being -- from his very first days out on the streets to the day he got dragged away to be sold, that had been near-daily bread. Jade is amused by more things than just a simple fuck every other night. And despite the novelty of having so many men use him, he's still more used to this than going shopping.
His jaw loosens when the man prods the back of his throat, offering him to push deeper. He's not had a single guy who didn't choose to go deeper and this one isn't an exception either ... though the other guy certainly makes it difficult not to get a handful of cock thrust into his throat, getting thrown forward with the sheer force he's added recently.
Soon, there's come staining his lips and warming him both inside and out. The thick lines overlap on his back, some of it already drying on his skin. All the fills he's gotten in his ass aren't going anywhere, on the other hand. The plug closes him up nicely and now that he finally has some time to himself, he uses it to hump the bench and squeeze around the plug. Many men have come into and onto him -- he hasn't come at all yet, arousal spiking and then dropping hard with the constant switch between intense pain and lust.
He doesn't even care if he's putting up a good show without knowing, if someone's watching him or if he's just trying to get off in the middle of a room full of people. He can't see them, he can't hear them. Some of them he's felt and that could happen again any time now, but that's what he's here for. It's okay. Probably even his cock is going to come away bruised -- rubbing up against the bench hurts and it feels oddly swollen -- he's going to look like a complete mess, if he isn't already.
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His jaw loosens when the man prods the back of his throat, offering him to push deeper. He's not had a single guy who didn't choose to go deeper and this one isn't an exception either ... though the other guy certainly makes it difficult not to get a handful of cock thrust into his throat, getting thrown forward with the sheer force he's added recently.
Soon, there's come staining his lips and warming him both inside and out. The thick lines overlap on his back, some of it already drying on his skin. All the fills he's gotten in his ass aren't going anywhere, on the other hand. The plug closes him up nicely and now that he finally has some time to himself, he uses it to hump the bench and squeeze around the plug. Many men have come into and onto him -- he hasn't come at all yet, arousal spiking and then dropping hard with the constant switch between intense pain and lust.
He doesn't even care if he's putting up a good show without knowing, if someone's watching him or if he's just trying to get off in the middle of a room full of people. He can't see them, he can't hear them. Some of them he's felt and that could happen again any time now, but that's what he's here for. It's okay. Probably even his cock is going to come away bruised -- rubbing up against the bench hurts and it feels oddly swollen -- he's going to look like a complete mess, if he isn't already.