The arovsal sparked by Ye Li that afternoon hadn't faded; it had been suppressed, simmering beneath the surface.

Her self-control was already fragile. A simple touch was all it took to unleash the pent-up desire, concentrating it within her core, yearning for a powerful penetration and release.

Her arovsal escalated. Niu Shurui bucked against the restraint, clamping her legs together, trapping Qiao Qi's hand between her thighs. She instinctively moved her hips, grinding her cl1t against his probing finger, soft moans escaping her lips.

Qiao Qi watched her face, and the moment he saw the telltale signs of impending org4sm, he withdrew his hand.

Her pleasure stalled at the brink of release, her core leaking, silently protesting.

Niu Shurui gasped, her head thrown back, her slender throat working as she swallowed repeatedly.

This was a sight Qiao Qi had always loved, but now it made him clench his jaw. As Niu Shurui reached down to pleasure herself, he intercepted her hand, pinning it behind her back. He leaned down, his voice a low growl in her ear. "What, wasn't Ye Li enough for you? Or can nothing satisfy you?"

His words reached her ears but failed to register. Niu Shurui struggled, desperate for release.

Qiao Qi scoffed and lay down behind her. With one hand, he quickly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his already hard c0ck. Without even removing his trousers, he thrust into her, his hips slamming against her.

His tip slid along the curve of her bvttocks, pressing against her s3x through her panties.

"Ah…" It was a devastating blow. Niu Shurui cried out, the muscles in her core clenching, pushing fluids from her already arovsed s3x. Her panties soaked through, she instinctively rocked her hips, savoring the overwhelming pleasure.

His c0ck twitched against her. Qiao Qi hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, trapping it behind him. The position forced her to arch her back, pressing her bvttocks flush against his lower abdomen.

Her slender legs were splayed wide. His fingers easily found the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her hungry entrance.

He shifted his hips, aligning his tip with her opening, then thrust forward. To his surprise, only the tip entered before slipping out again.

He paused, taken aback by her tightness. But instead of easing his anger, it fueled it. How could he let anyone else enjoy this tightness?

He didn't bother preparing her further. Instead, he ground his hard length against her, rubbing it up and down her vu1va. The friction intensified her need, the displaced panties preventing full contact and only making her more sensitive.

When his tip glistened with her arovsal, he aligned himself again and pushed inside.

They both sighed.

Countless tiny mouths within her sucked at him. Her fingers released her panties, but the fabric remained bunched, trapped by his thrusting c0ck.

Pleasure and frustration warred within him. Pleasure from the intense sensations, frustration from her tightness, which gripped him halfway and sent a jolt of pain through his groin.

Another thrust, and he was fully sheathed. He gasped, and without waiting for her to adjust, he began to move.

The edge of her panties scraped against his shaft with each thrust, a rougher sensation than skin, but it only added to the experience. He increased his pace, thrusting harder.

The angle of his entry left her with no leverage. Her body jerked forward with each thrust, but he held her hips firmly against him. Despite having just org4smed, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. Her upper body lay half-propped on the bed, her hand clutching the pillow, her face rubbing against it with each thrust, soft whimpers escaping her lips.