Her moans deepened as she kept grinding on me, slow and messy. The sound of her cunt sliding along my shaft was obscene — wet, thick, rhythmic. Every motion sent a fresh ripple of heat through her walls, and I felt it all. Her breath against my neck, her tits pressed against my chest, the way her hips trembled every time she rocked forward.
"Qinglan..." I whispered.
She didn't answer.
Just rolled her hips again, slower now, as if savouring the way her body stretched around mine. My cock twitched deep inside her, fully seated, every throb sending a moist warmth spilling out around the base.
She let out a soft, breathy gasp.
A trail of saliva glistened from her parted lips. Her face flushed. Her eyes were half-lidded.
"Feels... full," she murmured, voice shaky and soaked in need.
"You are," I whispered back. "You're taking all of me."
