Shen Yu completely submerged himself in her pussy, using the vast control over his body to manipulate her senses with absolute precision.
He flattened his tongue against her inner thighs first, dragging a slow, hot path upward to taste the stray droplets of her arousal before centering his focus entirely on her dripping slit.
Slurp. Slurp. Shlick.
Instead of a simple rhythm, he varied his movements to systematically break her down.
He started by using the very tip of his tongue to trace the outer lips, darting along the delicate edges with light, fluttering strokes that made Yilan's stomach clench with a desperate, teasing itch.
She whimpered, her hips lifting instinctively to beg for deeper friction, but he purposely pulled back, letting the cool air of the room hit her soaking wet flesh for a torturous second.
"Yu'er... please, don't tease me... just take it," Yilan begged, her hands tangling into the bedsheets until the silk threatened to rip.
