"You take me so well, Yilan..." Shen Yu murmured darkly, his voice dropping into a low, hypnotic register.
Yilan let out a muffled, trembling hum against his shaft, her tongue swirling enthusiastically around his underside with every deep thrust.
She opened her throat as wide as possible, eager to prove her devotion and take every inch he offered.
Driven by the tight, wet heat of her mouth, Shen Yu's breath hitched.
With a few final, powerful thrusts, he buried his tip deep into her throat and held her head down firmly.
"Nnngh...!"
A low growl escaped his chest as he released another thick, heavy load directly down her throat.
Yilan's body shuddered under him, her throat swallowing reflexively to catch every drop of his warm essence, her hands stroking his legs in pure, blissful surrender.
When Shen Yu finally eased back and withdrew his length, a thin thread of silver connected his tip to her plump, parted lips.
