He sees the gaze. Sizhui is being obvious about looking at the tent in his slacks. Jiang Cheng finally lets go of the arms of the armchair and reaches to undo and slide the leather belt out of his belt loops before carefully folding it and setting it aside. He can give a show too. He takes his time with arching his hips out of the chair and slowly unbuttoning the button to his slacks. His gaze is on Sizhui as he eases the fly down, then pushes the deep violet briefs and his slacks down enough to take his own hard cock in hand.

Jiang Cheng never has heard complaints about how he is from previous partners. Hard, a good length, thick, and leaking precome. He strokes himself once, slowly.

"Like what you see, princess?"