Yan Wushi has decided to connect his long, thick, veiny and aroused airpods into Shen Qiao& #39;s tender, blinking, reddened bluetooth. Yan Wushi has recognized his airpods is 100% hard, and wishes to pour the seeds of his battery inside Shen Qiao.
#ThousandAutumns #QianQiu #YanShen

Once he has linked his arousal into Shen Qiao& #39;s eager bluetooth, a deep moan falls past his lips. He drowns in the feeling of Shen Qiao& #39;s warm bluetooth around his active airpods and groans breathlessly: "Ah Qiao& #39;s device is made for this venerable one& #39;s wireless wire™."

Shen Qiao shakingly wraps his arms around Yan Wushi& #39;s neck, pulling the man into a gentle kiss just to hide the noises threatening to rip out of his throat. "Y-Yan-lang..."

Yan Wushi pulls out to boost his momentum, ignoring the blaring sound of: "Disconnected. Pairing..."

Then Shen Qiao screams in pure bliss as Yan Wushi connects their devices once again.

// I& #39;m practicing censorship.