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"Want it… I need it," she whispered, her voice low and hungry, laced with urgency that left no room for hesitation.

Those words—soft yet commanding—were all it took to send him over the edge.

"Fuckk"

With a final, desperate thrust by his dick, Meng Hao climaxed, his body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed through him. His eyes squeezed shut, a raw grunt escaping his throat as his release pulsed from him in thick, heated spurts.

Li Yao didn't flinch. Her lips remained sealed around his pulsing length, her eyes half-lidded in delight as she hummed softly, savoring the taste. Every drop, she swallowed with reverence, her throat moving with rhythmic grace as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her hands worked his cock, coaxing more cum from him.

Meng hao groaned, his body limp, his breathing ragged.

It was his first time experiencing such a blowjob—so intimate, so raw—and the sensation overwhelmed him.

The warmth of her mouth, the gentle pressure, the rhythm of her movements… it was unlike anything he had ever known. Every nerve in his body seemed to ignite at once, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

This moment—this feeling—etched itself into his very soul. No matter how many lifetimes passed, he knew he would never forget it.

And as Li Yao slowly pulled her mouth away, licking her lips clean.

"Your cum tastes delicious, my junior brother." she purred, her voice low and sultry.And in dominating voice

This caused meng hao to grin as his hand stroked her cheek before moving his thumb to her lips and rubbing them.

"You're amazing at sucking dick, Senior Sister… truly the best," he murmured while acting like he had become totally her possession ,between ragged breaths, his voice hoarse with lingering pleasure.

There was no trace of mockery in his words—only genuine awe and admiration, as if he were praising a profound technique from an ancient manual. His eyes, still glazed with ecstasy, met hers with a mix of gratitude and dazed wonder.

Then, without a word, she leaned in and kissed him.

Her lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly sweet. For a moment, he hesitated, expecting something bitter or strange like cum—after all, he had just released into her moments ago.

But to his surprise, there was nothing unpleasant. No trace of what he had expected lingered on her breath. Instead, the kiss felt natural… even addicting, as if she had purified everything with her touch alone.

His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, surrendering to the strange, intoxicating intimacy that bound them in that quiet moment.

But he did not know which he was glad about and knew that this had to do with the women in front of him, but he did not think about asking about it now and just wanted to enjoy his time with Li Yao.

After a few seconds, Li Yao pulled away and smiled at him.

A sly smile curved her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear.

"You should be ready for round two, Junior Brother," she whispered, her voice low and teasing, like silk sliding over skin.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful challenge hidden behind their sultry gaze, as if daring him to disappoint her.

"Yes, senior sister"

He lowered himself between her thighs, his breath brushing against her clit. Then, with deliberate intent, his tongue flicked over her most pussy.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling in response, as a shiver of pleasure surged through her. Her fingers instinctively curled into the sheets, and her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of sensation.

"Fuck,"She breathed his name in a trembling whisper, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly, as if anchoring herself against the waves of pleasure rolling through her.

Her back arched slightly, hips shifting toward his mouth, instinctively chasing the heat he stirred within her.

"That's it."

Meng Hao didn't respond with words.

Instead, he lowered his head with renewed focus, determined to make her moan, to make her body tremble beneath his touch. His tongue moved with practiced precision—slow, deliberate strokes followed by sudden flicks that sent jolts through her core. Every reaction she gave—every gasp, every twitch of her hips—fed something primal inside him.

She tasted of heat and desire, a heady mix that only urged him further.

Earlier, when she had whispered about round two, he'd thought she was mocking him—testing him, challenging his pride. Even now, though he wore the mask of composure, he couldn't ignore the fire burning beneath it.

I won't lose to her, he thought, a fierce determination flashing through his mind. Even if I'm the one beneath her touch… I'll make her remember who's really in control.

Her hips began to move on their own, instinctively rolling against his mouth in a slow, desperate rhythm. Each flick of his tongue sent another tremor through her, and her breathing grew heavier, more ragged, as if the air itself could no longer satisfy her.

Soft moans spilled from her lips, rising in pitch with each passing second—unrestrained, unashamed—filling the room with the sound of her unraveling desire. The tension in her body coiled tighter, her thighs trembling, as if she were teetering on the edge of something uncontrollable.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her legs trembling.

"Right there."

With practiced care, he slid a finger inside her, the warmth and tightness welcoming him in an instant. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, exploring her depths with slow precision.

He searched for that g- spot—the one that would make her lose all composure. His eyes never left her face, watching closely for the telltale signs: the sudden hitch in her breath, the flutter of her lashes, the way her body arched ever so slightly.

And then he found it.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening in his hair as her body jerked beneath him, overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure she had just unlocked.

"Yes," she moaned, her grip tightening

Don't stop."

But Meng hao had other plans.

As his finger brushed her g-spot, his teeth gently scraped her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body.

"Fuck," she gasped, her back arching, her breasts rising, nipples hard and erect.

"Yes."

His free hand slid upward, cupping the soft curve of her boobs. His fingers found her hardened peak and pinched it gently, then rolled it between them, coaxing a trembling moan from deep within her throat.

"So good…" she gasped, her head falling back, eyes shut tight, lips parted in surrender. "More…"

A smirk tugged at Meng Hao's lips.

"As you wish," he murmured, his voice low and filled with teasing confidence.

He intensified his rhythm—his tongue lashing her clit with growing hunger, his finger curling with expert precision, stroking that secret spot inside her that made her tremble uncontrollably. The heat between them thickened, heavy and electric.

Her breathing turned ragged, broken into sharp, helpless gasps. Her thighs quivered around his head, and her body arched as if straining toward some invisible peak.

Every touch, every flick of his tongue pushed her closer—closer to that edge where thought vanished and only sensation remained.

"J-Junior Brother…" Li Yao gasped, her voice breaking, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

But Meng Hao gave no reply—only action.

With a deliberate slowness, he pressed his tongue deeper, sliding inside her folds, tasting the essence that had already soaked her. Her flavor—sweet, intoxicating—seemed to drive him further, his every movement deliberate, savoring her from within.

Li Yao's entire body shuddered violently in response, her breath caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Her thighs clamped tightly around his head, as if fearing he might pull away before she could reach the release that now hovered so agonizingly close.

Her legs locked around him with a desperation that made her shiver—each stroke of his tongue sending lightning through her veins, unraveling her composure, her pride, and even her cultivated calm.

Then, after what felt like an eternity balanced on the knife's edge of ecstasy, Li Yao's body tensed all at once.

A loud, uncontrollable moan tore from her throat as the pleasure she had been holding back surged through her in a crashing wave. Her back arched, fingers clawing at the sheets, and her entire body convulsed—shuddering helplessly as the release overwhelmed her.

For a moment, she could feel nothing but pure bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—drowning in the storm that Meng Hao had summoned with nothing but his mouth, his hands, and his unrelenting will.

Her legs trembled around him, her breath ragged, heart pounding like a war drum in her chest.

"Junior brother! Fuck!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

"Don't stop."

Her back arched high off the bed, fingers twisting into the sheets with white-knuckled desperation as her body surrendered to the storm building within her. Each breath came in gasps, her chest heaving, her breasts bouncing with every jolt of pleasure that tore through her.

"Ahhh—ahhhnnnngg!"

The cry escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the room like music of release.

The waves of pleasure surged stronger, crashing one after another until, with a final, piercing scream, her entire body convulsed. The climax overtook her completely—blinding, all-consuming, leaving her trembling beneath its power.

Her thighs clamped tight, her nails dug into the sheets, and her entire frame shook as the orgasm wracked her to the core, leaving her breathless, dazed, and utterly undone.

Meng Hao remained between her trembling thighs, his tongue gently lapping up the lingering traces of her release, savoring the sweetness like a man tasting divine nectar for the first time. Every drop was a reward, and he took his time, unhurried, as if paying reverence to her body.

Eventually, Li Yao let out a long, breathless sigh, her chest rising and falling in slow waves, as though trying to recover from the storm that had just passed.

"That was… amazing," she whispered, her voice soft and drenched in satisfaction. Her eyes, once sharp and prideful, were now glazed with a dazed, dreamy glow.

She glanced down at him, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

"You were right,junior brother," she murmured, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from his face. "You definitely know how to use that mouth of yours."

Meng Hao chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, as he began to kiss his way up her body—each press of his lips like a spark against her skin. He moved slowly, reverently, as if tracing a path across sacred ground.

"Just wait until you see what else I can do," he murmured against her collarbone, his voice teasing yet thick with promise.

Li Yao let out a breathy hum, her eyes half-lidded and dark with desire. Her fingers curled into his hair once more, tugging gently, drawing him closer.

"Then don't keep me waiting," she whispered, her voice barely more than a plea. "Show me."

Their gazes locked, heat dancing in the space between them. Meng Hao smiled—confident, focused, utterly in control.

"Gladly," he said.

He captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss. It wasn't rushed. It was slow, consuming, a kiss meant to imprint itself on the soul. His hands roamed her body with deliberate care, memorizing every curve, every quiver beneath his touch.

His cock throbbed with urgency, pressing against her warmth, aching to be buried deep within her. But he held back, resisting the primal urge to claim her completely.

No—he wanted to savor this. To draw it out. This wasn't just another moment of pleasure. This was their first time. And he intended to make every second unforgettable.

"More."

Meng Hao's hands slid upward once more, cupping her breasts with practiced reverence. His fingers found her sensitive nipples, teasing and rolling them between his fingertips until a soft moan escaped her lips.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low—silken and edged with playful intent.

Li Yao barely nodded, her voice a whisper. "Yeah…"

His smile deepened, eyes gleaming.

"What about this?"

He leaned in, his lips grazing the side of her neck. Then, with a gentle bite, he tugged at the delicate skin just beneath her ear—a spot he sensed would unravel her.

"Oh, yes…" she gasped, her breath catching as a visible shiver rippled down her spine.

She arched into him, pressing her chest against his, her hips moving instinctively, grinding ever so lightly against the hardness growing between them.

"And this?" he whispered again, his hands drifting downward—slowly, deliberately—trailing along her sides, then slipping between her thighs. His fingers hovered just shy of her heat, tracing the sensitive inner flesh with maddening restraint.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice raw with need, eyes glazed and unfocused. "More…"

Meng Hao grinned—wolfish, full of restrained power—relishing the sight of her undone beneath him.

As his hands and lips worked their magic on her trembling body, Li Yao's thoughts swirled in a haze of desire and satisfaction.

I've wanted you for so long… she thought, her gaze fixed on his face, her fingers still tangled in his hair. Junior Brother…

A slow, wicked smile curved her lips.

And now—you're mine.

The longing she had buried beneath layers of pride and discipline had finally broken free. Every touch, every breath they shared, felt like the fulfillment of a silent vow she had held for far too long.