Zhao Yiming had already spent. Or so he thought.
His cock was still twitching from the last orgasm, but ilin didn’t give him a damn mont to recover.
The mont he slumped back, breathing hard, she climbed on top of him with that wicked little smirk—like she was about to commit a war cri.
"Already tired?" she whispered, brushing her soaked pussy along his shaft, rubbing it up and down like a perverted massage.
"But I’m still hungry..."
Zhao Yiming laughed, "Tired? We are just starting, baby. I’m not done with my dinner yet, so ride good, alright?" he smirked and put his hands on her waist.
"Mm," she giggled, lowering her body until his tip pressed against her entrance again. "Good, since I will ride you until you faint."
And just like that, she sank down. With no warning or hesitation. Just full, sloppy insertion in one go, taking every inch of him back into her like her body was built for it.
"Fuck!!!" His hips jolted.
She didn’t even let him breathe. ilin started moving imdiately, slow grind at first, circling her hips while her hands rested on his chest.
"Ngghhh~ Your cock is so thick, Yiminghhh~" she moaned, enjoyed every second of it while his other hand gripped the sheet, she was too slow to his own liking.
Her inner walls clenched around him like she was trying to pull him even deeper, sucking him in with each roll of her hips.
She leaned forward, breasts brushing against his face, teasing him with every motion. Her voice was low, breathy, and dangerous.
"Ahhh~ I can feel you throbbing inside... are you gonna cum again that fast?"
Zhao Yiming growled, grabbing her hips to speed up her pace, but she slapped his hands away with a playful grin.
"No touching," she whispered. "Just let ride."
She was torturing him. Straight up psychological warfare.
Her pace stayed maddeningly slow, deliberately not enough, dragging his sanity along the edge like a blade.
"You’re driving crazy!" he hissed while ilin just giggled.
She tightened her thighs, rolled her hips again, and this ti the wet sounds echoed in the room, filthy and raw.
"HNNGGG~ SO BIGG~" She moaned higher, his cock touching her G-spot.
The sight of her dripping down his shaft, the feel of her warmth clenching around him—he was losing it. But she just kept going, bouncing lightly, teasing him without rcy.
"ilin," he grunted, voice low and warning. "Don’t push it."
She leaned in again, pressing her forehead to his, her eyes sparkling like she wanted him to snap.
"Push what? Are you already at your limit?" she grinned.
That did it, he was at his limit.
He grabbed her waist so fast she gasped, and in one swift motion, he lifted her off his cock and slamd her flat onto the bed, legs flailing.
Before she could even squeak, he was already on top of her, eyes dark, jaw clenched.
"You don’t know when to quit," he growled, lining himself up again.
She grinned breathlessly. "Ahhhh!!! Then punish , please~ break ."
Zhao Yiming didn’t say a word. He just slamd back into her, burying himself so deep she scread. His hips moved with ruthless rhythm—no more teasing, no more control.
His patience had run out, and the beast she awakened was now fucking her like he owned every damn inch of her body.
"HNNGGHH~ YIMINGGHH~" ilin moaned in happiness, she loves it when he is a beast in bed.
Her legs wrapped around him instantly, back arching as he drove into her again and again. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, wet smacks, and broken moans.
"AAHHHH! OHHHH YIMING! YESHH! DON’T STOP!"
"You were playing gas just now. This is what you wanted?" he growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.
She could barely answer. Her pussy was squeezing him so tight he could barely pull out before slamming in again, each thrust making her whole body shake beneath him.
Sweat dripped down his temple, down her chest, mixing between their bodies like they were in so kind of heated deathmatch.
"Damn it, it so tight!!!!" he cursed, driving deeper.
"OHHHNNN!!!" Her voice was reduced to high-pitched gasps and desperate cries.
"CUMMIIMNG!!!" Her back arched again as orgasm ripped through her, legs trembling as she clenched hard around him.
But he didn’t stop. That over stimulating pussy was too good to be left alone, it keep ssaging his cock like crazy.
He released her wrists and grabbed her ankles instead, pushing her legs back toward her chest, folding her in half as he pounded her relentlessly.
Her tits bounced wildly, her mouth open in a silent scream, drool sliding from the corner of her lips.
"OHHH!!! HEAVEENNNSS!!! SO GOODDDHHH!!!" ilin cried out, her whole body was on fire.
The bed groaned under them. The sound of wet, desperate sex filled every corner of the room.
"Ahhh, I’m gonna cum..."
Zhao Yiming gritted his teeth. He could feel his release creeping up again—pressure building fast, balls tightening—but he didn’t want it to end just yet.
Not until she begged.
He slowed down suddenly, pulling out halfway and grinding instead of thrusting. She whined under him, eyes dazed.
"Ngghhh~ W-why’d you stop...?"
"Beg for it," he whispered, voice thick with lust.
"Please..."
He kept grinding, letting his cock stir up her insides without going deep.
"Not enough."
She whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer.
"Please, Yiming... fuck !!! Ahh~ I’m your slut... Fill your slut pussy with your sen, pleaseee~!"
Zhao Yiming smirked, "It’s good enough but I can’t co inside you yet."
He slamd into her again, hard and fast, going balls deep with no rcy.
"AHHH!!! CUMINGG!!!"
Her body went limp beneath him, her eyes rolled back, and her third orgasm hit her like a truck. She convulsed under him, legs shaking violently as she drenched his cock in another wave of slick.
But this ti, he was right behind her.
Zhao Yiming buried himself one final ti, deeper than ever, and then co outside her pussy. His thick sen covered her pussy, her stomach, and even her face as she lick so of it that splattered on her mouth.
He held her tightly, forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air like drowning survivors.
Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the faint sound of their panting.
Her legs finally relaxed, arms limp, body twitching from aftershocks.
"I never get enough of your cock..." ilin whispered breathlessly, making his cock twitching again.
Zhao Yiming chuckled hoarsely, "I know... I can’t get enough of you either. This is the best dinner I’ve had this week."
Su ilin kissed him lazily, lips swollen, body still ruined beneath him.
And neither of them moved. Still enjoying each other’s warmth.
While Zhao Yiming could hear the system’s notification. But he was too comfortable to see what it was as he ignored it and kept cuddling with Su ilin.
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