Wet sucking sounds filled her ears. He had her cl1t in his mouth, his fingers mimicking the motion of milking, stroking upwards from the base.

His other hand teased her below, his fingertips scraping against her sensitive flesh, sending shivers through her.

Still drowsy, she instinctively bucked her hips, clutching his forearm. "Stop...Ye Li, stop."

He lifted his head, a boyishly charming smile on his face, but his wet lips and the moisture around his mouth made him look incredibly seductive. "Morning, Niuniu."

He kissed her, his fingers never ceasing their ministrations. She squeezed her legs together, not just to stop him, but because she was on the verge of losing control.

Her inner thighs clamped shut, her labia swelling, engulfing his fingers. He wiggled them mischievously, and she arched her neck.

He pulled his fingers free. Her core seemed to sigh in relief, thinking he was done, yet a faint sense of wanting lingered.

She relaxed, but his hand slipped back between her legs, his palm cupping her mound. He pressed down, distorting her flesh, and before she could catch her breath, he began rubbing her rapidly.

She cried out, eyes rolling back, her grip on his arm so tight her fingernails dug into his flesh.

His hand easily encompassed her entire s3x, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her.

But her clenched thighs prevented full contact, forcing her flesh to rub against itself.

Her cl1t, hidden between her folds, remained mostly untouched.

Yet, the pressure from his hand transmitted to it indirectly. The indirect stimulation wasn't enough. It strained upwards, seeking the heat of his palm.

Her grip on his arm shifted from resistance to a desperate plea, pulling him closer. Reason warred with pleasure, and pleasure won. She tugged at his arm, wanting him lower.

He seemed oblivious, refusing to press down further, simply watching as her pale bvttocks lifted off the bed, inching closer.

He’d pull back just as she was about to make contact, teasing her. He repeated this until her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Finally, he lowered his head and kissed her there, his lips lingering on her soft flesh before his tongue darted out, lapping at her.

She gasped, a silent cry escaping her lips. Her first org4sm hit her hard and fast, her body convulsing.

He flipped her over, spreading her legs and thrusting inside. She was slick, and he slid deep. Her arousal continued to flow, but he pushed it back inside, turning it into lubrication.

Her org4sm hadn’t fully subsided. Her core pulsed, clenching around him, intensifying the heat.

The moment he was inside, he began thrusting, hard and fast, her moans echoing in the room.

This true joining of their bodies intoxicated him. To prolong her pleasure, he hooked two fingers inside her, spreading her open. Her labia, cl1t, even her urethra were exposed.

He curled his fingers, pressing against her inner labia, squeezing and pulling in rhythm with his thrusts, occasionally dipping down to brush against her exposed cl1toris.

Finally, he touched the sides of her cl1t.

Her mind emptied. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Her feet pressed against his back, urging him downwards, wanting him to touch every part of her. But he wouldn’t press down, his face flushed, his gaze fixed on their coupling.

Denied further release, her limbs thrashed.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her feet rubbing against his tense back, digging in with each powerful thrust, then sliding back up.

The bed rocked beneath them, both lost in the throes of passion. The continued org4sms, instead of offering release, only blurred her senses further.

His fingertips finally pressed against the tip of her cl1t. The prolonged deprivation made her exquisitely sensitive. A wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Her muscles contracted, gripping him tight. He groaned, grabbing her leg and biting down hard.

Even the pain heightened her pleasure, prolonging the org4sm.

He held her leg and thrust wildly, his uncontrolled movements driving her upwards.

As their bodies separated, he instinctively thrust his hips forward, chasing her. When she moved further away, beyond his reach, he shifted his knees, driven by pure instinct, until she was pressed against the headboard, and he resumed his frantic thrusting.

He bit through the newly formed scabs on her leg. Blood welled up, then splattered across the sheets, staining them crimson.

His pace reached a fever pitch. He came hard, sucking the blood from her wound and feeding it to her.

He kissed her, his gaze fierce, almost animalistic, looking at her, or perhaps at their intertwined souls, rocking and swaying together.

As he shuddered through his final thrusts, her org4sm continued, a never-ending wave, consuming her, her face flushed, almost purple.

Finally, weak and spent, she thought, if this continues, he'll fvck her to death.