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Li Yao leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she extended her tongue,licked the precum lightly tracing the glistening tip that had already begun to leak with anticipation.

As her tongue swept over the fluid, a soft, involuntary moan escaped Li Yao's lips. Her crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise—the taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced, rich and intoxicating, as if infused with some heavenly nectar. It was so delicious that she momentarily lost herself in it. Seeing her stunned reaction, Meng Hao couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, the corner of his lips lifting with amusement.

"Looks like that extra ability is working better than I thought," Meng Hao mused inwardly, a flicker of amusement passing through his mind. Yet he didn't linger on the thought. His focus quickly returned to the moment at hand—especially as Li Yao, with unwavering devotion, continued her slow, deliberate motions along his shaft, her tongue dancing with a mix of curiosity and desire.

After a few lingering moments of teasing, Li Yao parted her lips, her eyes smoldering with determination. Slowly, she began to take him into her mouth, inch by inch, her movements patient yet filled with reverence. When she finally reached her limit, her lips pressed against the base, she wrapped her hands around the remaining length she couldn't take, ensuring that no part of him was left untouched.

At this point, the only part of her visible beneath him were her delicate cheeks, now slightly bulged, stretched by the fullness within her mouth. The sight alone—a blend of devotion and lewd elegance—was enough to send a wave of heat through Meng Hao. A deep, uncontrollable groan escaped his lips, his body trembling slightly as he watched her work with unwavering focus.

After a few moments of stillness, Li Yao began to move—her head rising and falling in a steady rhythm, lips gliding smoothly along his length. Her hands joined in harmony with her mouth, stroking the base with practiced precision. The combined sensations were overwhelming; with each motion, the pleasure surged, building with an intensity that made Meng Hao's breath hitch, his fingers curling as he struggled to keep control.

"Fuck, ," He let out a deep grunt, his pleasure escaping in raw sound. His fingers instinctively tightened in her hair, reveling in its silky, smooth texture as they threaded through the soft strands. The sensation grounded him even as waves of ecstasy threatened to pull him under, her every movement drawing him closer to the edge.

Meng Hao's voice came out low and strained, laced with pleasure.

"Your mouth... it feels fucking incredible," he murmured, his tone husky, barely holding back the trembling edge in his voice as he looked down at her.

She hummed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Li Yao could feel it—every twitch of his body, every sound he made. A knowing glint flashed in her eyes. She had him exactly where she wanted him, wrapped in the palm of her hand, completely under her spell.

"Just wait," she whispered, her voice sultry and laced with promise. Her tongue traced a slow, deliberate line along his shaft, each motion filled with maddening precision. She teased him mercilessly, savoring every twitch, every reaction she drew from him like a predator toying with its prey.

"You haven't seen anything yet," she breathed, her eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. The corners of her lips curled into a wicked smile as she prepared to take things even further, determined to completely unravel him.

So, I've finally tasted Junior Brother... and he's tasted me, Li Yao thought, a triumphant glint in her eyes. Now, he won't be able to forget me. He won't dare look at another woman—not even that vixen of a Master we share.

A smirk played at the corner of her lips, dark and full of intent. I'll make sure of it. He belongs to me now. I have to dominate him completely… body, heart, and soul.

Slowly, she let his cock slip from her mouth, a thin trail of warmth clinging to her lips. Without pause, Li Yao shifted her attention to his balls, her lips descending toward the twin orbs beneath. With practiced grace, she began to lavish them with attention—sucking gently, licking slowly—her every movement designed to overwhelm him with sensation and steal every last thread of his composure.

Meng Hao groaned, louder this time, the sound raw and unrestrained. The pleasure surging through him had grown unbearable, each flick of her tongue pushing him closer to the edge. His cock throbbed with need, swollen and aching for release, as if demanding an end to the exquisite torment she so mercilessly delivered.

Sensing his growing desperation, Li Yao's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Without hesitation, she returned her mouth to his throbbing shaft, taking him in fully with one smooth, practiced motion. Her lips pressed down to the base, her throat tightening around him in a deep, wet embrace.

The sensation was too much—too overwhelming. Meng Hao's control snapped. With a low, guttural sound, he bucked his hips instinctively, driving himself even deeper into her throat, his fingers tangling once more in her silken hair as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

As she took his length into her mouth once more, deeper and more fiercely than before, a wicked thought flickered through Li Yao's mind, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

I'll devour you whole tonight, Junior Brother… she mused, her movements slow yet relentless, Tonight will be carved into your soul—you'll remember this night for the rest of your life. No woman will ever satisfy you the way I will.

I didn't expect this… Meng Hao's mind reeled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Li Yao… who would've thought she'd be this skilled?

It was his first time, and yet she had already taken him to the brink—no, beyond it. Just from a deep throat, he had spilled a heavy release, unable to hold back. Yet even now, she didn't stop. Her every movement, every glance, carried a message: she was going to dominate him, mark him so completely that he'd never even glance at another woman.

Li Yao… oh, Li Yao, he thought, lips curling into a faint smile even through the haze. If this is what you want, I'll play along. Let you think you've won. Let you believe you have me under your spell…

At that moment, something in Meng Hao shifted. His hands gripped Li Yao's head firmly, fingers threading through her silky hair as he took control. With a low growl, he began thrusting into and fucking her throat, each motion deeper and more forceful than the last.

Her throat tightened around him, soft gagging sounds escaping as her body instinctively reacted to the intrusion—but she didn't resist. If anything, the sight of his dominance, the feel of his dick hitting the very back of her throat, only spurred her on. Her eyes watered, her breath came in shallow gasps, yet a subtle moan vibrated in her throat, as if to say: more.

The pleasure surged, growing wilder with each passing moment. Every movement of Li Yao's mouth, every swirl of her tongue, sent sparks shooting through his body. Her rhythm never faltered—steady, relentless, devoted.

Meng Hao's breath grew ragged, his hips trembling as he felt the pressure building rapidly within him. The heat in his core coiled tight, ready to explode. It's close, he realized, his mind barely holding together as waves of ecstasy rushed toward a crashing peak.

"I'm… going to cum," Meng Hao growled, his voice hoarse and strained, thick with need. His entire body tensed, muscles flexing as the overwhelming pleasure pushed him to the very brink. Every nerve lit up with sensation, and the pressure within him reached its peak, ready to erupt

Li Yao let out a soft moan, her fingers gripping his hips.

She wanted him to cum.

She wanted him to fill her mouth, to coat her tongue.

She wanted every last drop.

"Fuck…" Meng hao gasped, the word slipping from his lips in a breathless moan. His fingers tightened instinctively in her hair, gripping the silken strands as waves of pleasure coursed through him, threatening to tear away the last remnants of his control.

"Give it to me," she whispered, her voice low and commanding, laced with hunger. Her lips brushed softly over the sensitive tip, teasing him with maddening tenderness. Her eyes stayed locked onto his—bold, unwavering—burning with desire and a silent promise to take everything he had to give.