The sensation of Xiang Yu's hole milking his cock pushed Han Xin over the edge. He arched his back, his body convulsing as his cum spurt uncontrollably into Xiang Yu's hole.
Xiang Yu collapsed on top of Han Xin, his heavy breathing mingling with Han Xin's ragged pants. They lay entangled, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, both spent from the intense encounter.
Back to the present...
They made their way toward the armoured vehicle parked outside, Xiang Yu leading with a casual grace. Han Xin followed closely, almost like a devoted pup in the shadow of his master, yet his piercing gaze never left Xiang Yu's body. Around them, the crimson guards stood vigilant, their expressions a mixture of vigilance and surprise.
