Feng Yi stopped. Qiao Li collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, utterly spent and satisfied.

Feng Yi's c0ck had been hard for a while. Seeing her glazed-over eyes and silent lips, he pulled it out and began to stroke himself.

Qiao Li caught sight of it from the corner of her eye, and a familiar ache began to build between her legs. Her gaze locked onto his c0ck, a haze of desire in her eyes. Feng Yi felt like he would explode, his blood rushing south. He grabbed a c0ndom from the drawer, ripped it open, and rolled it on. In one swift motion, he lifted her legs.

Her panties were still tangled around her ankles. He pushed them up her legs, revealing her swollen, glistening s3x. It was an incredibly enticing sight.

Feng Yi's eyes were bloodshot. He nudged the tip of his c0ck against her entrance, and it was instantly slick with her arovsal. He slid in, all the way.

"Ah…"

"Mmm…" they both moaned, Feng Yi's body tingling at the tightness of her.

"So tight… hiss…" Just a slight movement was almost enough to make him come.

He wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting them to his shoulder to expose her even more. With one hand holding her legs and the other braced on the bed, he began to thrust.

The position required strength and stamina, but Feng Yi seemed effortless, his strokes deep and powerful. His balls, dark red against her pale skin, slapped against her with each thrust, a sharp, rhythmic sound.

He was burying himself deep inside her, the weight of his body adding to the intensity, as if he wanted to drive his balls into her as well.

"Ah… so deep…" Qiao Li had never experienced such intense s3x. Her legs trembled, held captive by his grip.

Feng Yi, after a month of abstinence, had incredible stamina. His thick c0ck stretched her, his coarse pubic hair brushing against her still-swollen cl1t, sending waves of pleasure through her.

He still had the breath to speak. "Ha… so good… mmm, so tight, so wet, so good… ha… I'm going to die…" Qiao Li was like a rag doll in his hands, capable only of moans.

The way her walls gripped him sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to fvck her like this forever, to die inside her.

He continued to thrust, varying his pace. Fast, his balls slapping against her as he groaned, unable to contain his pleasure. Then slow, shallow strokes, his groans turning into gasps for air. He repeated this cycle several times before abandoning it altogether, his pace increasing until his hips were a blur of motion, the slapping sounds a constant rhythm.

He cried out, his abdomen convulsing. "Oh… uh…"

He came in a series of spurts, each spasm accompanied by a groan. He pulled out, knotting the c0ndom. It was fuller than usual. He had truly fvcked her good.

He sighed contentedly, showering Qiao Li with kisses until she swatted him away. Obediently, he scooped her up and carried her to the shower.