HP's Foreign Land

neck, rubbing against him involuntarily.

Victor's bathrobe drooped crookedly under Heimdall's tearing, exposing a large piece of skin.Heimdall's tearing movement was so forceful that Victor had to turn his body to match his movement.

Heimdall's hand stroked his chest, his fingers brushed lightly over his neck, caressing his nipple, and straightened his body to hold the nipple in his mouth and gently rubbed it with his teeth.Victor found himself unable to concentrate, his mouth moaning softly as Heimdall curled his tongue around his other nipple.

Heimdall moved his hips, making their lower bodies rub against each other from time to time, and their penises gradually became hard.

Victor dragged Heimdall up and leaned against the soft pillow, kissed his lips hard, and asked for more impatiently.

When Victor reluctantly left Heimdall's lips, his eyes swept away, and he saw Heimdall's bathrobe was wide open, with a silent invitation in both posture and demeanor.He couldn't help stroking Heimdall's neck, and heard a whimpering sound coming out of his mouth. For Victor at this moment, there was no more beautiful sound than this.

Heimdall grabbed his erection, pushed him back to sit on the bed, leaned over to caress the base of his thigh, his fingers twirled and slid to some hard top, Victor's concentration was suddenly opened by his mouth The action of holding his penis in his mouth became defeated.

Victor's fingers entangled Heimdall's hair uncontrollably. Heimdall licked the lower part of his erection, and rubbed his fingers on the top of his erection. He didn't forget to take care of his balls while he was busy.Victor tightened his fingers, and Heimdall felt the pain of his scalp being pulled, but he ignored it and continued sucking and hesitating, and disordered breath floated out of Victor's mouth.

The tip of Heimdall's tongue twirled, matching the movement of his fingers touching the double balls, and rubbing them lightly, Victor's heavy panting suddenly became sharp.

He fixed Heimdall's head, and the latter looked up in confusion.

"Your little mouth is really getting stronger and stronger."

"I hope you're happy." Heimdall stuck out his tongue, temptingly licking his erection with the small soft tip of his tongue protruding from his lips while he was staring at him.

"I'm very happy." Victor stood up and pressed Heimdall back on the bed, holding the bottle of oil in his hand again.

He rushed into Heimdall's body, twitching shallowly or deeply, just like when Heimdall swallowed his penis just now.Heimdall gasped for breath, his fingers tightly twisted the bed sheet under his body, and the open bathrobe was scattered messily on both sides of his body, and was crumpled into a ball.

Viktor withdrew from him suddenly, turning him away from him. Heimdall's upper body was sprawled on a large pile of raised pillows, his buttocks exposed in the air.Victor quickly found the entrance, instead of rushing like before, he pushed forward slowly.Heimdall found that he had finally stopped moving after the slow, scalp-numbing push, and thrust his hips back to meet him.Victor pulled out without warning, and then rushed in amid Heimdall's moaning and complaining whispers.Heimdall's back arched stiffly at that moment.

"Hiss..." Victor took a breath and muttered something, but Heimdall, who was in a daze, didn't notice.

Heimdall's penis rubbed back and forth on the silky quilt, wrapped in coolness and swelling, and his hips swayed to the rhythm of the impact behind him, Heimdall's crooning became pleasant and satisfied.Victor leaned over to bite the skin on his shoulders and neck, moved his hands to Heimdall's smooth belly, and slid his fingers over his cock, rubbing his balls.Heimdall's crooning turned into a choked whimper.

Victor accelerated his sprinting speed, and the sound of physical collisions in the room continued to reverberate. Victor stared at the person below him, his body twisted violently due to pleasure, his wet hair stuck to his shoulders and neck, and the gap between the hair strands You can see the spots left by yourself everywhere, as well as the strange language that flows out from that powerful little mouth from time to time. Victor is thankful that his endurance can resist all these, and he did not arrive first.

Heimdall's body trembled more violently, and the spontaneous movement also became faster with Victor's speed, "Victor..." A broken voice came out of his mouth, "I feel... I'm about to ..."

When the orgasm hit, Heimdall shuddered all over, leaving gushing white marks on the smooth quilt surface, the soft and narrow corridor contracted sharply, Victor sprayed into his body unreservedly.

After a long while, Heimdall had the strength to stretch his body. Victor moved away from behind him, and Heimdall rolled over weakly, facing the ceiling and panting.

Heimdall stroked his hair, looked at Victor with a satisfied smile on his face, "It's great..."

"I think so too." Victor smiled slightly, turned his head to meet his eyes, his hair brushed against the tip of his nose, carrying a faint creamy fragrance.