He could have pushed her away, but his hands wouldn't move.

Her warm breath on his er3ction sent shivers down his spine.

"Don't, don't smell it." He was afraid she would smell something unpleasant, even though he'd just showered. He was afraid she'd recoil in disgust and push him away.

He saw his own p3nis as dirty, ugly, yet he desperately craved Qiao Li's acceptance of every part of him. Her unreserved attention to his most private self set his blood on fire.

She licked him again, tentatively, hesitantly, like a curious kitten.

Feng Yi couldn't tell if the pleasure was more mental or physical. He couldn't stop the embarrassing moans escaping his lips, his heavy breathing filling the room.

His er3ction, engorged with blood, jutted out towards Qiao Li's face, its size exaggerated by the smallness of her features.

The sight was so overwhelming, his scalp tingled. He couldn't help but rasp, "Take it in your mouth."

Qiao Li obeyed, opening her mouth wide. The tip was too large, bumping against her teeth. Feng Yi groaned in pain but didn't stop her.

She finally managed to engulf the entire head, her mouth stretched wide, saliva dribbling down her chin.

Feng Yi gently helped her hold back her hair, his muscles taut, his touch tender as he stroked her dark tresses.

"Mmm... uh..." He groaned with her every tentative movement, his voice muffled and nasal, so vulnerable he sounded as if he might cry out.

Qiao Li looked up at him. He looked down at her, his brow furrowed, eyes swirling with lvst and possessiveness, his expression serious as he absorbed her every move.

She had never seen him like this. It was him, yet it wasn't, a strange, unfamiliar intensity.

All the while, his nose and slightly parted lips emitted shaky, inexperienced sounds, his fingers continuing to comb through her hair with a gentle, loving touch.

The contrast was stark.

The er3ction in her hand was hot, its veins throbbing powerfully.

He was so aroused she could taste the pre-come leaking from the tip, a faint, salty tang. It wasn't unpleasant. His pleasure, his excitement, aroused her in turn.

She sucked and licked him as if savoring a delicacy. Whenever her tongue grazed the frenulum, he'd react sharply, his grip on her hair tightening.

His moans grew louder, his body slick with sweat, his back arching as if floating on a cloud, feeling like he might collapse at any moment.

It was mortifying. He could hear his own sounds, his face burning, but he couldn't help it.

Qiao Li lowered her eyes, and he immediately choked out, "Look at me."

Qiao Li looked up again. It strained her neck, making it difficult to properly take him in her mouth.

But the eye contact intensified his arousal, and hers too.

She could see every nuance of his expression: the flutter of his eyelashes, the slight parting of his lips, the occasional furrow of his brow, the redness in the corners of his eyes from holding back tears.

She witnessed the look on his face, the expression in his eyes, with every moan he made. His emotions were entirely in her hands.

A single lick of the frenulum was enough to send his eyes blazing, hot enough to melt her.

"Does it feel good?"

He gasped for breath, "Good..."

She cupped his swollen scr0tum, covered in a thin layer of soft downy hair. She found it strangely adorable.

She lowered her head and kissed his scr0tum. Feng Yi abruptly released her hair, gripping the sheets and groaning.

Her head seemed to be pressed against his groin. He froze, his whole body rigid, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Don't..." he said nervously.

Qiao Li ignored him, licking his scr0tum.

"Ahh—"

A wave of intense sensation washed over him. He couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure. Strength surged back into his limbs, and he gripped the base of his p3nis, pulling away from Qiao Li, a series of muffled groans escaping his throat. His abdomen convulsed, the spasms increasing in intensity until his whole body was shaking. Wave after wave of semen erupted from the tip.

He pressed down on his p3nis, but his grip wasn't firm enough, and the s3men sprayed across his stomach, a pattern of white streaks across his abs.

Spent, he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, his forehead and hair damp with sweat.