Through the ultra-thin c0ndom, Qiao Li could feel the scorching heat pressing against her. The heat spread instantly to her chest, stealing the air from her lungs, the intense desire parching her throat. Feng Yi took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He gripped the base of his p3nis, gently lifted Qiao Li's left leg, adjusted the angle, and pushed towards the entrance he had previously explored.
He was afraid of hurting her, hesitant to use force, his rod so much larger than her opening. Her slick wetness made his entry incredibly smooth. He'd barely penetrated halfway when a powerful wave of pleasure washed over him. It felt so good, so warm, so slippery. Qiao Li couldn't bear the teasing any longer. She shifted her hips, actively taking him in.
"Hiss—" Feng Yi released his grip on his manhood, gasping for air. A warm tingling sensation spread through his lower abdomen. He knelt beside her, his gaze fixed on their point of connection, thrusting deeper into the slick heat.
Layer upon layer of soft flesh enveloped him, the warmth threatening to melt him. An unprecedented pleasure surged through him. He gritted his teeth, a muffled groan escaping his nose, almost a whimper, only relaxing once the initial shock subsided. I can't come yet, he prayed silently, sweat beading on his forehead as he fully sheathed himself within her. He looked up at Qiao Li. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her red lips parted as if gasping for breath.
Even drunk, Qiao Li could feel the impressive size of his member inside her. And it was hard, so hard. Just the thought of it thrusting within her sent shivers of ar0usal through her. Feng Yi swallowed hard and began to move.
"Mmm..." He hadn't even moved fully before a groan escaped his throat. He quickly pressed his lips together, his expression suddenly pained. Afraid to change position, worried he'd seem clumsy or inexperienced, he knelt between her legs, thrusting forward, his thing surprisingly strong despite the awkward angle.
"Ah... you..." Qiao Li was caught off guard. Her lower back arched with the force of his direct thrusts. A gasp escaped her, soft and breathy. Her moan was more potent than any aphr0disiac. Feng Yi's scalp tingled. Throwing caution to the wind, he increased his pace, his hips pumping like a piston.
"Mm... ah..." Qiao Li hadn't expected such ferocity. Each powerful thrust shattered her moans. Heat bloomed in her chest and spread through her limbs, as if she were immersed in a hot spring, the pleasure exquisite. Feng Yi was lost in the sensation, all restraint and reason forgotten. He panted loudly, driven by pure instinct. This is incredible, he thought. He lowered his body. If he had a tail, it would be wagging furiously.
"You're so good... mm... you're amazing... ha... I love you so much... how can you be this good... mm... I'm going to die... you're the best in the world..." He gasped between each breathless, rambling sentence. Luckily, Qiao Li was drunk; otherwise, his incoherent praise might have sent her running. The veins in his arms bulged. His boundless energy fueled not only his incessant chatter but also the force of his movements, pressing deep indentations into the mattress.
Qiao Li had never experienced such intense, exhilarating s3x. It was unlike any pleasure she'd known before, clamorous and fervent, impossible to contain, escaping her in wave after wave of moans. Feng Yi, without realizing it, shifted his angle, thrusting not just forward but upwards.
"Mm... oh my god!"