Hunting milfs in cultivation world

Li Yao stepped quietly into the dimly lit room, her footsteps soft as feathers. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a pale glow across the bed where Meng Hao lay, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm of slumber.

With a subtle breath, she approached.

In one smooth motion, she climbed onto the bed, her slender form straddling his. Her gaze lingered on his face—peaceful, yet still bearing the innate sharpness of someone always prepared, even in sleep.

A mischievous smile touched her lips.

Slowly, deliberately, her hand moved. Fingers brushed against his waist as she reached for the waistband of his robe and gently tugged it down, revealing the skin beneath.

But just as her hand slipped lower, Meng Hao stirred.

His eyes fluttered open, golden irises gleaming in the faint moonlight. For a breath, surprise flickered in them—then faded, replaced by something deeper… knowing.

He didn't push her away. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head as if amused.

"Oh?" he murmured, voice laced with quiet confidence. "So eager, Junior Sister? I would have offered if you asked."

Li Yao blinked, her composure cracking ever so slightly at his unexpected response.

Yet before she could speak, he reached up, his fingers brushing against her cheek with featherlight touch, eyes never leaving hers. There was no trace of panic in his expression—only charm, control… and just a hint of playful challenge.

He squeezed Li Yao boo*s and Li Yao moaned,biting her lips as she gazed into meng hao eyes which was immersed in li Yao's and thought the soul fragment exilir is really working.

She smiled coyly,her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Meng hao leaned in,his lips hovering over Li Yao's and meng hao thought,this silly girl is really lusty.

Li Yao let out a soft gasp, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively

Meng Hao maintained the facade of being utterly captivated, his expression a perfect mask of dazed infatuation. Yet beneath the act, he couldn't ignore the subtle sensation of Li Yao's bare skin brushing against him—a warmth that pulsed like fire through his veins, betraying the pretense he wore so well,though Meng Hao kept up the act of being charmed, he couldn't ignore the soft, yielding sensation of Li Yao's boobs pressing gently against his chest. The warmth and suppleness of her body seeped through the thin layer between them, stirring something primal beneath his calm exterior.

Meng Hao gently lowered her onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid she might shatter like porcelain. Li Yao's eyes met his—no longer cold and aloof, but glimmering with a complex blend of desire and tender affection. In that gaze, her usual sharpness softened, replaced by a vulnerability she rarely allowed to surface.

Li Yao's lips curled into a faint, provocative smile as she looked up at him, her voice soft yet laced with teasing heat. "What are you waiting for, Junior Brother?" she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his robe. "Come… take what you desire."

And,so meng hao did

Meng Hao leaned forward, his body moving with controlled intensity as he climbed atop her. His hands began to roam, slow and deliberate, tracing the delicate lines of her form—gliding over every curve, every dip, committing each to memory with a reverence that blurred the line between desire and awe.

A breathy moan escaped Li Yao's lips as her body arched instinctively against his, drawn to his touch like flame to kindling. Her lips parted, rolling with unconscious longing, as if her very breath sought to merge with his.

Meng hao lips travelled down her neck

Her skin was warm and impossibly smooth beneath his touch, like silk kissed by fire. She moved in rhythm with him, her body responding with a fluid grace—every inch of her a living temptation, drawing him in, testing the edges of his restraint.

Li Yao's thoughts stirred with fierce emotion as she gazed up at him, her heart beating faster with every passing second. Senior Brother… you're so good to me, she thought, a flush of warmth rising to her cheeks. I won't let that vixen of a master steal you away. You're mine… I'll make sure you never even look at another woman again.

Li Yao's hand slowly trailed down Meng Hao's body, her touch light yet purposeful. Her fingers found their way lower, swirling in slow, teasing circles around the growing hardness beneath his robes—a silent, possessive claim in every motion.

Meng hao exhaled sharply,his body tensing from her touch.

At first, Meng Hao had been acting—playing the role with calculated calm. But now, his thoughts were beginning to blur, unraveling beneath the weight of sensation. The feeling of her hand wrapped around his dick, the way her touch moved with confidence and hunger—it struck deep, shaking the walls of his self-control. And then there were her eyes, burning with desire and possessiveness… it was almost too much to endure. The line between pretense and reality began to fade, and for the first time, he felt himself slipping.

He gritted his teeth,forcing himself to stay in control,but he knew he couldn't last like this for much longer

Li Yao's thumb brushing over the tip of his cock, a small bead of precum already forming

Li Yao's slender fingers moved with slow, deliberate grace, slipping one button free after another. With each motion, more of Meng Hao's chest was revealed—firm, toned muscles beneath smooth skin, rising and falling with each breath. Her gaze lingered as the last button gave way, exposing the sculpted lines of his torso, and for a moment, even her own breath seemed to catch.

"Mmm"she purred,her hands gliding over his muscles.

Li yao's lips started pressing against his shoulder,her tongue darting out to taste his skin.

"You are perfect....junior brother, all of you"

Meng Hao still acting like he was in her charm exhaled"Thank You"

Meng Hao's hand slid lower, his touch firm yet reverent as it reached the most intimate part of her. A sharp exhale escaped him, his voice husky with restrained desire. "You're already so wet, Senior Sister," he murmured, the words heavy with heat and wonder.

"Of cource,i am" Li Yao,wishpered glinting her eyes with amusement.

Li Yao exhaled softly, her voice trembling with a mix of longing and satisfaction as her fingers curled lightly against his skin. "I've been waiting all night for this… to be with you, Junior Brother," she whispered, her words like silk brushing against his ear, filled with the ache of desire long held back.

She kissed him hungrily, her tongue delving into his mouth, exploring, tasting.

Meng Hao surrendered to the moment, lost completely in her—his body moving on instinct, no longer bound by thought or restraint. A sharp twitch pulsed through him as her lips brushed against his skin, her warmth, her scent, even the silk of her hair overwhelming his senses. Every touch, every breath shared between them blurred the edges of reality, his cock started hardening and twitching ,until all that remained was her… and the fire that consumed them both.

Li Yao broke the kiss, with her eyes gleaming.

Then she slowly got up and held meng hao's shoulders before pushing him onto the bed.

Then she straddled on him and looked at him with a teasing grin.

Li Yao's voice dripped with teasing affection as her fingers glided slowly down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle with delicate intent. "Since you've been such a good boy, Junior Brother…" she whispered, her lips curving into a mischievous smile, "I'll let you have a little treat."

Then, slowly, Li Yao leaned in—her breath warm against his skin. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering for a heartbeat as if branding him with silent affection. Her lips trailed down to his nose, brushing it gently before finally capturing his lips in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. Each touch was deliberate, a quiet promise layered beneath the heat.

When she kissed him, her tongue slid into his mouth and swirled around his.

"Mmm," she moaned softly.

She started sucking on his lower lip while her hands explored his chest, tracing his muscles, squeezing his biceps.

Meng hao groaned, his arousal intensifying.

Meng Hao's hands slid to her hips, firm yet gentle, guiding her movements with unspoken intent. Their bodies pressed together, heat rising where skin met skin, the closeness stealing the clarity from his thoughts. Everything else faded—there was only her, the rhythm between them, and the wildfire building with every breath.

He could feel her nipples grazing his skin, the heat of her pussy, the softness of her hair.

And her scent-so sweet, so intoxicating.

His hands glided up along her sides, savoring every curve as though memorizing her by touch alone. Her skin was impossibly smooth beneath his fingertips—like warm silk drawn taut over fire—and every motion awakened something deeper, something more primal, as if the world had narrowed to the shape of her in his arms.

Li Yao exhaled softly, her body trembling from his touch.

"So impatient," she whispered with a playful lilt, her lips brushing along the sharp line of his jaw. Each word was laced with heat, her breath warm against his skin as her mouth traced its way closer to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine

Then, as she made her way, she did not forget to leave multiple hickeys, making sure they were visible, and this made meng hai chuckle a bit.

Afterwards she moved towards his nipples which were already hard and erect and then started licking and sucking on them, causing meng hao to shudder a bit.

But soon, her curiosity—and desire—pushed her further. No longer content with just the feel of his chest beneath her lips, Li Yao's hands drifted lower, slow and deliberate. Her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length with a firm, knowing touch, her breath catching faintly as she felt the heat of him pulse against her palm.

"Let's see what you're hiding here," she murmured, her voice low and sultry as her hand moved with deliberate slowness. Her fingers curled around him, stroking with a teasing rhythm, and her thumb brushed lightly over the sensitive tip of his cock —sending a shudder through his body as her eyes gleamed with playful dominance.

And as she did, Meng hao's dick started to harden and as it did, its length and girth increased, but it did not stop there.

Li Yao was surprised as she looked at his enlarged cock,but a sly smile appeared on her face.

"I must say, Junior Brother… your endowment is truly remarkable," she murmured, her voice laced with teasing elegance as her eyes glimmered with mischievous delight. "Not that I expected anything less," she added, the corner of her lips curving into a sly smile, as if savoring some private joke.

"You think?"

She hummed, her fingers tracing his length.

"It's not the size; it's how you use it," she murmured.

Meng hao chuckled, his grip tightening on her waist.

"Careful what you wish for," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Li Yao tilted her head slightly, intrigued.

"And why's that?"

"Because once you taste me, you'll be addicted."

A smirk tugged at her lips. "Is that a promise?"

Meng hao exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. "You have no idea."

"We will see about that." She said as she brought her face close towards his dick.