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His face moved under the pillow, revealing half of his snow-white chin. He slightly opened his lips, and the tip of his bright red tongue could be clearly seen, with a few light gasps leaking out from time to time. Simple rubbing could no longer satisfy him. Gu Yan reached his hand to the edge of his underwear at his waist, gently lifted it, and then his hand went in. He skillfully grasped his own heat, and the mere touch of his fingers made him moan. After Siren's high-frequency training, the abstinence of the past few days made Gu Yan's body very sensitive. His fingers brushed over the glans at the top of the penis, which had secreted a sticky liquid, staining the nearby fabric with water. Gu Yan's index finger and thumb were stained with a little glandular fluid and rubbed it between the two fingers. It was very wet, with a sticky and sticky feeling. Then his index finger came to the small hole that secreted these liquids. The exposed hole became more active under the touch of Gu Yan's fingers, and secreted more juice like a spring. At the end, there was some turbid white liquid mixed in. Gu Yan's other hand was stroking his penis, and he recalled the movements he made when he masturbated in the past. Those were memories from his youth, when he was sometimes alone on the bed in his room, or in the bathtub, and he often stayed in that small Storage Room. He always held his penis with a small movement, watching it go from soft to erect, becoming more and more energetic under his caressing, and he could clearly touch the blue veins on it. Although the shape was a bit hideous, the color was very light, as beautiful as Gu Yan's fair skin, especially when he was young, the size was not very large, so it was perfect like a work of art. So, what would he do at that time? Gu Yan recalled the past experience, maybe in the Storage Room, surrounded by piled items, but the space for maneuvering was not very large. Once he stood up, he would be hit on the head by the low ceiling above his head if he was not careful. It was not a pleasant experience, so Gu Yan always avoided it. He usually leaned against the wall, sat down, and bent his legs, so that his feet could just touch the opposite wall. He could easily hold his penis and stroke it up and down. It didn't matter if he made a pleasant gasp, because this forgotten utility room was filled with countless loneliness. If nothing unexpected happened, no one would come back to this place. Gu Yan would masturbate while looking out of the small window, and his mind would be filled with the perfect, charming, and seductive face that belonged to Siren. He would imagine that Siren was right across from him, looking at him indifferently with his narrow eyes, and perhaps with a gloating smile on his lips. Siren would watch with great interest as this wishful human fantasized about him, masturbated, and released the white semen from his penis with his hands. Gu Yan thought: Maybe occasionally Siren would be merciful enough to touch his penis, and if he did so, he would definitely ejaculate in Siren's hand faster and faster. However, these young people's fantasies are obviously not appropriate in front of Gu Yan now. Gu Yan's fingers slid across the coronal sulcus under the glans, causing a tremor. Those fantasies that once made his penis harder now have no effect at all, because another scene emerged in his mind. That scene - his back hole was completely filled with Siren's huge penis, and his body was covered with various red marks and teeth marks, and he shed tears under the never-ending impact from behind. Gu Yan's legs shamefully clamped the quilt tighter, and he pressed his penis between the soft quilt and his body, rubbing it even more unbearably.
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