"What's going to tear?" Zong Jun murmured, his lips locked with hers. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto Yao Ji's snow-white bre4sts. With each shallow thrust, her pert n1pples quivered, like two tiny, leaping white rabbits. 

"Hmm?" When she bit her lip, refusing to answer, he thrust his hips several times against her tight entrance. "Didn't I just teach you? Tell me."

"Mmm, mm ah..." His thrusts broke her words into gasps. Terrified he would truly bury his entire length within her, she stammered through her embarrassment, "My... my little flower... my little flower is going to tear."

Pleased by her docility, Zong Jun nipped at her nubs, drawing a moan and a spurt of arovsal from her. He knew he couldn't fully penetrate her this time. Even with her sensitivity, such intensity on their first time would be too much for her. Though he had no intention of doing so, he continued to tease her for his own amusement.

"Look at your little flower, so eager, clinging to my c0ck." He took her hand and placed it where their bodies joined, letting her feel the exposed portion of his sh4ft. "You can't swallow the rest of it. What should we do with this neglected part?"

Her small hand recoiled from the hot, thick flesh, but Zong Jun held it firmly in place. Trapped, she could only stroke his sh4ft gently, burying her face in the covers, too shy to meet his gaze. "What... what should we do?"

"We'll do it like this." Zong Jun leaned down, whispering in her ear. "The part inside will be taken care of by your little flower. The part outside... we'll take care of with your little hands."

He gripped her bvttocks, pulling her legs apart and settling her onto his muscular thighs. The shift in position allowed him to penetrate her a little deeper, the crown of his sh4ft now nudging at her cervix. He groaned, suppressing the urge to thrust fully inside. Lifting her by the waist, he began to pump into her from below, guiding her hands to the base of his shaft. He instructed her to stroke him in time with his rhythm, and to knead her bre4sts as well.

Yao Ji's eyes were glazed over, her mouth parted in soft moans and cries. Fluid flowed from her, slicking their joined bodies and spraying with each thrust. She lost track of time as her hands grew sore, but Zong Jun only grew more fervent, his eyes darkening.

Such shallow thrusts were far from satisfying, but he feared hurting his delicate wife. Seeing her petals reddened and swollen, he guided her hands to his testicles. "Yes, rub them… Mmm, do you know what’s inside? It’s the essence I want to give you." With a guttural cry, he released, spilling the thick, milky fluid that had filled his heavy sacs.