A jolt of electricity shot through him. He groaned, his arm reaching out to pin her legs down.

The next second, he froze. Her legs splayed, revealing the secret, alluring place between them. Even in the dim light, he could see everything clearly.

Trimmed pubic hair led down to a tightly closed sl1t, from which peeked a bud coated in clear fluid.

More than beautiful, he found it enticing.

It was a primal attraction. A single glance sent a tingling sensation from his nose to his scalp.

His mouth went dry. The glistening moisture on her bud beckoned him like nectar.

He used to find it greasy and strange when he saw men bury their faces between a woman's legs in adult videos, even through the blurry pixels.

Now, he felt an uncontrollable urge to do the same, to taste her, to savor her, even to nuzzle her like a puppy.

His fingers trembled as he reached between her legs, lightly touching her bud.

Qiao Li gasped and squirmed, pulling away, a silver strand snapping between them.

He followed, undeterred, his fingers finding her again, so soft he feared he might bruise her. Qiao Li felt the stickiness on her chest, uncomfortable. Spreading her legs, she rocked her hips towards him. "Mmm… Touch me…"

Unsure what she meant by "touch," Feng Yi gently slid his finger across her, the sticky residue catching in the folds. Qiao Li gasped with the sensation.

He looked up. Her eyes were unfocused, her brow furrowed, her gaze not meeting his.

His heart pounded. Swallowing hard, he gathered his courage and slid his finger into her sl1t.

"Itchy…" His hesitant strokes only frustrated Qiao Li, making her want to kick him.

He glanced at her nervously, his finger still nestled between her folds. Seeing no resistance, he leaned closer, parting her flesh.

Her tiny, pink cl*t, no bigger than a soybean, glistened with clear fluid, trembling and contracting with her movements.

The close proximity, the visual impact, the heat radiating from her body, the throbbing ache in his groin, it was all too much.

He felt like he was about to explode, the urge to relieve himself almost overwhelming.

Qiao Li, waiting impatiently, glanced down and saw only a mop of dark hair. "Why aren't you inside yet?"

Feng Yi jumped at her sudden voice. He bolted upright. "In… inside?"

Qiao Li's foot nudged his lower abdomen, sliding into his thick pubic hair.

Feng Yi gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts, his temples throbbing.

Finally.

He mentally reviewed the steps, vowing to last longer this time, to be a real man.

Nervous and excited, he crawled to the edge of the bed and tore open a c0ndom, instinctively looking for a trash can for the wrapper.

He placed the wrapper neatly on the nightstand, recalling instructions he'd found online, applying the condom with scientific precision.

Kneeling between her legs again, he trembled, lifting the backs of her knees, guiding his er3ct rod towards her.