He finally released his hold. Qiao Li pulled off her stockings and tossed them aside with a flick of her foot.

Before she could remove her panties, Feng Yi, unable to wait any longer, pulled her legs apart. She sat on the edge of the cabinet, his er3ction perfectly aligned between her legs.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pushing them aside to find the soft flesh and slick heat within.

“Mmm… gently,” Qiao Li whimpered at his roughness.

He pulled her panties to the side. The glistening tip of his p3nis hovered at her entrance, the small opening making it seem impossibly large.

Feng Yi’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice a low growl. “I’m going in.”

“Hurry…” Qiao Li’s fingers tangled in his hair. The heat radiating from him, even before he touched her, sent shivers through her.

He rubbed the tip of his p3nis against her, creating a wet, squishing sound.

Finding the right angle, he thrust inside.

“Mmm…” He felt larger, harder than usual, stretching her to the limit.

A tingling ache spread through her. Every whimper tightened her around him.

Feng Yi groaned, close to the edge. “Mmm… don’t squeeze…”

She was so wet, so tight, it sent jolts of pleasure through him.

He lifted her knees, took a deep breath, and began to thrust hard and fast.

This was their first time in this position, and he was able to reach places he couldn’t before. It took only a few strokes before Qiao Li’s moans filled the air.

The louder she moaned, the harder and faster he thrust, her full br3asts swaying with the motion.

“Slower… ah… wait…” she gasped, her body rocking precariously. Even with her hands braced behind her, she felt like she was falling apart.

Feng Yi ignored her pleas, his pace increasing, her br3asts a dizzying blur before his eyes.

“Hiss… so good… so good… mmm… so good…” he groaned, bending down to find her lips, nipping and sucking at them.

He didn’t seem to know the meaning of slowing down. Once he started, he maintained a relentless pace, as if trying to draw every last drop of pleasure from her. Qiao Li’s heart pounded in her chest. With nothing to hold onto, she could only hope he would tire soon.

But he only grew more excited, his eyes red, his tongue tracing a path along her neck and ear. “Mmm… so tight… so good… mmm… just like this… so good…”

Qiao Li gripped his shoulders, but it only intensified the rocking motion. Despite sitting on a solid surface, she felt like she was about to fall.

“Yes… squeeze me like that… ah… ah… so tight… I love it… I’m going to die… I’m going to die… ah…”

The heat radiating from him made her weak, her mind hazy. She felt his touch everywhere.

His breathing was harsh, strained, and filled with a desperate pleasure that echoed around her, each ragged gasp a testament to his surrender to her body.

He showed no signs of stopping. Unable to take it anymore, she pinched his n1pple.

“Ugh…” Feng Yi cried out, finally slowing down, his thrusts becoming long and deep.

He bottomed out with each stroke, holding it there, grinding against her before sighing in satisfaction.

Each thrust sent a jolt through her, and the pressure of him grinding against her sensitive flesh made her tremble uncontrollably. After a dozen or so strokes, she was drenched in sweat. “Mmm… don’t do that… faster…” she begged.

Feng Yi opened his eyes halfway, his gaze dark and heavy-lidded. He gasped, “Okay,” and then resumed his frantic pace.

He didn’t stop even after Qiao Li climaxed, only pulling out when he was finally spent, collapsing on top of her.

He carried her limp body to the bed, changed the c0ndom, and started again.

By the end, Qiao Li had lost count of how many c0ndoms he had used. His panting filled her ears. She was too exhausted even to moan, only managing a whimper now and then. But Feng Yi’s desire remained undiminished, his movements relentless.

He finally collapsed beside her, exhausted, nuzzling her lips with soft, lingering kisses.

Qiao Li slowly regained her senses. Looking out the window, she saw that night had already fallen.