Her body, honest in its response, told him of her pleasure.

This was different from s3xual fantasies. The pleasure in his mind was even stronger. He felt like a rutting dog, lapping at her through her underwear, tasting her wetness. The shame and thrill of it made his own flesh ache.

He didn't care. Even if he were about to explode, he would continue.

She was already undone by his touch through the thin fabric, now soaked with his saliva and her arousal. He found the barrier frustrating. While she lay pliant, he hooked his fingers around the edge of her underwear, pulling it aside. Her sensitive core was exposed.

Her cl1t, swollen and slightly raised, sat above a delicate pink slit, glistening and wet with her arousal and his saliva. The sight tightened his throat.

Qiao Li felt a sudden coolness and looked down to see Feng Yi staring, transfixed.

The exposure of her most intimate place sent a blush flooding her skin. She found a surge of strength and tried to pull away, but Feng Yi held her fast.

Mortified, yet unable to suppress the thrill, she felt another wave of wetness.

Humiliated, she instinctively squeezed her legs together, trying to stem the flow.

She didn't realize how tempting the movement was. The trembling of her flesh as it parted, revealing a glistening opening before closing again, was enough to drive him mad.

He opened his mouth and took her in, a wet sound echoing in the sudden intimacy.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Qiao Li. A tingling sensation spread through her body. She arched her back involuntarily, offering herself to him.

Feng Yi's fervor intensified, his kisses and licks raw, almost frantic, bordering on desperate.

"Mmm... what are you doing... ah... that's not how..." The stimulation overwhelmed her, eclipsing even her shame. Her mind swam in a haze of pleasure, draining her strength.

His nose nudged against her cl1t, grinding gently, while his tongue lapped at the sensitive folds, finding her entrance and thrusting inside.

"Ah..." The surge of pleasure was intense. Her head thrashed back, her voice lost in a gasp.

She tried to push him away, but her hands were weak, her touch more like encouragement.

Feng Yi was consumed by her scent, the potent aroma intoxicating him. He devoured her soft flesh, kissing and licking greedily.

"Mmm... so much... I can't lick it all..." he mumbled against her, his words sending shivers through her.

Close to tears, Qiao Li had lost all control. "Don't talk..." she whispered.

He said he couldn't lick it all, yet he craved more, his tongue probing deeper, seeking every hidden place.

"Ah—" Qiao Li cried out, her body shaking violently. Her thighs instinctively closed around his head.

He felt the tremors in her legs and intensified his efforts. Qiao Li's weak struggles turned into whimpers as he brought her to the peak of ecstasy.