tw: hand job, stopped briefly, nothing else!
it had been a hard day at work for nanhe.. shenxiu dropped a huge set of plates, laojin was on his ass again about shenxiu, his ratings were stuck at 2 stars… so annoying! everyone in the restaurant was bugging him! he just wanted to go back to you… just to relax…
his desperate whines echoed across the room as your skillful hands worked him with precision, working up and down his thin yet lengthy cock. his thighs twitched around your hand, almost daring to explode everywhere. “hahhh….ngh–fuck!...” nanhes back arched up pathetically, as if he would’ve been a porn star, his eyes nearly back, his breath quick and body tensed as you quickened your pace.
“there you go..” you whisper as your hand continued to work on him. he lets out a small broken moan, his hips twitching up as the familiar sensation builded up and released. his white cum splattered up onto his stomach and onto your hand, that's until you both heard the door open with a familiar ‘nanhe?..’ nanhe instantly covered himself and you with the black fluffy blanket that was down to his knees.
“yes, uh, darling?” nanhe replied jubbled and rather quick, his chest was still rising up and down heavily from his orgasm. “im hungry…” shenxiu replied with a shaky soft voice, her fingers fidgeting with each other. nanhe groaned “of course you are… come on, ill make you something… an imperial feast!” nanhe’s cheery and goofy personality quickly came back.
he kept the blanket up to his hips and got up from the bed, not without giving you a small look. you could only give him a small giggle in response.