Undeterred, Feng Yi pressed kisses up her legs, bracing himself above her. His voice was husky. "Did you like that?" Droplets of moisture glistened on his lips and the tip of his nose, his eyes blazing.

Qiao Li turned her head away, refusing to answer.

His curiosity was piqued. He persisted, "Did you like it? You were so wet, and your little pearl was wrapped around my tongue."

Qiao Li pushed his approaching head away. "Don't say that!"

"Can I taste you again next time?"

"No."

He pouted in disappointment, pondering how he could get his way next time as he lifted her limp legs. She felt something hot and hard nudging between her thighs, rubbing up and down with a squelching sound.

Feng Yi sounded fascinated. "Listen."

If Qiao Li hadn't been so drained, she would have put Feng Yi, whose ego was clearly inflated, in his place.

The tip pressed against her entrance, and her body responded with a sensitive clench. His tip was gripped, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Feng Yi groaned, "Mmm..."

He was already hard, and this was playing with fire. He pleaded, "It hurts so much, can I go in?"

Qiao Li, equally aroused by the friction, nodded. Feng Yi immediately dashed to the bedroom to grab a condom, returning quickly to lift her legs again. Remembering the earlier exquisite sensation, he couldn't resist rubbing his tip against her entrance a few more times. Qiao Li felt a wave of heat. "It tickles..."

The sight of her sprawled on the sofa, glistening with sweat, melted Feng Yi's heart. His breathing grew heavy as he positioned himself. "I'm going in... It won't tickle anymore once I'm inside."

Her entrance tightened, then relaxed as he pushed forward, fully embedding himself. The warm, wet tightness drew a moan from him. "Mmm..." Still slick from their earlier lovemaking, she was wet and tight, making Feng Yi feel like he was losing his mind. He began thrusting frantically the moment he entered.

The sofa was soft, her hips sinking into the cushions, her legs raised. Feng Yi thrust at a downward angle, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.

"Ha... so good..." The slick passage made his thrusts effortless, his pace increasing. The rhythmic slapping sounds filled the room.

His eyes flushed with pleasure. "Mmm... does it still tickle? Does it still tickle?" he asked between hard thrusts into her depths.

Qiao Li, overwhelmed by his intensity, could only whimper in response.

This only spurred him on. Each thrust was deep, his balls slapping against her soft flesh. "Mmm... so tight... does it still tickle?... I'll make it stop tickling..."

Qiao Li finally managed to answer, "It doesn't tickle anymore... Ah... gentler..."

He didn't seem to hear, his movements still fierce. "So wet... Mmm... so good, mmm... I love it... I'm dying... so good..."