Chen's hole, pink and soft, is swallowing my uncut cock like it was made for me. I spit on my fingers and push inside, he's already open, already needy. First stroke and I'm leaking, second stroke and I'm losing it. I pull back just enough to let my foreskin slide forward, catch my first warm-up load in the hood, froth it up creamy and thick for the camera — look close, that's real seed mixing with his spit-lubed rim. Then I fuck him. Balls deep, Chen's hole gripping and yanking my foreskin back and forth over my swollen head with every thrust, that tight ring working my shaft inside him. I'm edging on the brink, pull out fast — blast — ropes striping his lower back, painting his spine. But I'm still hard. Still throbbing. Fingers first, pushing my load back into his wrecked hole, feeling him clench around my knuckles. Then my cock, still jumping, back inside that heat. One. Two. Three hard pumps and I'm buried to the root, pumping the final load deep in his guts where it belongs. How many rounds do you think Chen's hole can take before he's truly spent?