His hardness ground against her sensitive point, each movement a delicious torment. "Ah! Don't..." Qiao Li's hands scrabbled on the sofa, searching for something to hold onto as the pleasure surged through her.

He finally managed to push her nightdress up, revealing her full, soft breasts, their creamy whiteness driving him wild. He lowered his head, sucking first one, then the other, until they were hard as pebbles.

With his hardness buried deep inside her, the sensation of him suckling her breasts sent shivers of pleasure through her. Qiao Li gasped, her eyes half-closed as she gripped his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp.

The sensation sent tingles through Feng Yi's scalp. His words were muffled against her breast. "When I suck your breasts, you clench around me inside... Mmm... it's amazing..."

He bucked his hips, grinding against her sensitive point. Qiao Li felt a wave of need wash over her. She pressed his head closer. "Stop... move... it's unbearable..."

Feng Yi reluctantly lifted his head, repositioned her legs, and resumed his powerful thrusts.

After thoroughly enjoying this position, he flipped her over so she was lying face down on the sofa.

"I don't have any strength left..."

Feng Yi soothed her, "Lift your hips. I'll be quick." Qiao Li complied, her upper body draped limply over the sofa.

This was Feng Yi's first time trying this position. In the dim light, he couldn't find her entrance, so he used his fingers to probe and search.

Qiao Li, tormented by the teasing, urged him, "Hurry up..."

He finally found her entrance, aligned himself, and pushed inside.

Unfortunately, the angle was wrong, and he slipped out.

Frustrated, Qiao Li reached down and guided him, spreading herself open for him.

Her voice was dripping with desire. "See? Come in quickly…"

Feng Yi felt a rush of heat, his mind going blank, his nostrils flaring. He felt like he was about to have a nosebleed.

He couldn't wait any longer. He thrust into her waiting opening.

The feeling of fullness sent a wave of pleasure through her. Feng Yi gripped her slender waist, pounding into her with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Qiao Li was driven forward with each impact.

He had found the sweet spot. His palm kneaded her buttocks, sending shivers of delight through her.

Her waist collapsed, leaving her hips high in the air. The sight inflamed Feng Yi's senses. Hot breath escaped his nostrils as he slammed against her.

"Mmm... gentler..." Qiao Li, unable to withstand the force, tried to crawl forward, but Feng Yi held her waist firmly in place.

He panted, murmuring incoherent words. "Ahh... so good... I love it, Qiao Li... baby... darling... mmm... I'm dying..."

Qiao Li climaxed again, but he didn't stop.

Spent, he remained inside her, his body pressed against her back, kissing her spine. His kisses sent tremors through her, her core clenching around him. Feng Yi groaned, his hips twitching. He stopped kissing and resumed thrusting.

This continued for a while, him kissing her back, then pulling away to thrust again. Qiao Li lost track of time. When he finally climaxed, she was too exhausted to make a sound.