Li Yao moaned, her voice low and breathy, as her body instinctively rocked back against him. Her inner walls clenched around his length, drawing him deeper, tightening with every thrust.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl, each word laced with heat.
"Mhm…" she managed, lost in the rhythm of their bodies.
He drove into her again, harder this time, his hands gripping her waist as his hips slapped against her with a sharp, rhythmic sound that echoed through the chamber. The mix of skin meeting skin and her soft cries filled the space with raw, unfiltered desire.
"I want to hear you say it," he demanded, leaning forward, his breath hot against her ear.
Li Yao gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. "I… I like it."
"Like what?" he pressed, his pace unrelenting.
She hesitated, then whispered—hoarse, needy, and completely undone.
"I like your cock."
Meng hao started pumping his hips, his pace relentless, his body demanding more.
