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Meng Hao pressed his body against hers, skin to skin, his cock resting in her pussy. The tip of his cock gently brushed against her folds, teasing her, sending small jolts of anticipation through them both.

Li Yao shivered beneath him, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.

"I want you… I need you, Junior Brother," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation and barely-contained hunger.

He could hear it—feel it. That raw need. So unlike the proud, composed woman she usually was.

Didn't she want to dominate me? he thought, eyes gleaming with amusement. How the roles have turned…

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle but edged with that same teasing confidence.

She let out a breathy, exasperated laugh, her fingers curling around his arms.

"Yes," she said, eyes locking with his. "I'm sure."

He grinned, lowering his face until their lips nearly touched.

"Good."

With one smooth, deliberate motion, Meng Hao thrust his dick into her, burying himself deep within her pussy.

Li Yao's eyes flew open, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as he stretched her—filling her completely, claiming every inch as if he belonged there. Her nails dug into his back, her body arching instinctively to accommodate him, the sudden fullness sending a shockwave of pleasure through her core.

For a moment, neither of them moved. They simply breathed—together—locked in that first intimate connection, overwhelmed by the weight of it.

"Fuck, "You're so tight," Meng Hao groaned, his eyes shutting for a moment as he struggled to contain himself. Her inner walls gripped him like velvet heat, squeezing with every twitch of her body. "And so wet…"

His voice was thick, strained with pleasure that bordered on overwhelming.

"Mmm, yes…" Li Yao moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his. "Don't stop…"

A flicker of a grin danced on his lips. "Wouldn't dream of it."

He began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that pushed deep inside her, each one timed to draw out every sound, every shudder from her trembling body. He wasn't rushing. He was savoring her. Exploring her. Owning every reaction she gave.

Li Yao's moans came freely now, breathy and broken, her entire body trembling beneath him. Her inner walls fluttered around his shaft, clenching tighter with each stroke, as if trying to pull him even deeper.

Every movement was building toward something more—something neither of them could resist for much longer.

"Yes, Meng Hao… yes…" Li Yao breathed, her voice barely more than a moan, each syllable laced with raw desire. Her eyes, once cold and unreadable, now burned with lust—dark, wild, and unrestrained.

"Just like that…"

She moved in perfect sync with him, her hips rising to meet each of his deliberate thrusts, their bodies falling into a rhythm that felt almost instinctual—like two halves drawn together by fate.

The sound of their union—wet, rhythmic, urgent—echoed through the chamber, mingling with the soft gasps and breathless moans that filled the space. Skin met skin in a symphony of need, every movement fanning the flames of the fire that raged between them.

It wasn't just lust. It was hunger—years of tension unraveling in a single moment, bodies speaking the truths their hearts had never dared to say aloud.

"Fuck, "Senior Sister… you're so damn hot," Meng Hao grunted, his voice thick with desire, every thrust punctuated by the raw truth in his words. His hands gripped her hips tightly, grounding himself in the heat of her body, in the way she moved beneath him—wild, unrestrained, finally his.

Their eyes locked—lust, hunger, and something unspoken burning in the space between them.

"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek.

"Mhm…" she moaned, her voice barely audible, her head tilting back as her body surrendered to the rhythm. Her nails raked down his back, sharp enough to leave marks, as if trying to brand him.

"I bet you've wanted this for a long time."

A shaky breath escaped her lips. She leaned up, lips brushing against his ear, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"You have no idea," she said. "I've wanted this ever since I first laid eyes on you…"

His thrusts faltered for a beat, his breath catching.

"Shit. Really?" he muttered, surprise and heat mixing in his voice.

"Yes," she breathed, her tone low, full of confession and hunger. "From the moment I saw you… I wanted you."

"Fuck."

"And I've waited so long, junior brother. So fucking long."

"How many times have you thought about this?" he whispered, his lips grazing her jaw as he thrust deeper, his voice rough with need.

Li Yao's breath caught, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she looked into his, unabashed.

"Every night," she breathed.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back as if urging him to go deeper, to never pull away. She pulled him closer—not just with her body, but with the weight of her longing, her confession laid bare in that single, trembling answer.

"Fuck, "That's hot," Meng Hao murmured, his voice low and husky as his hands glided up her sides, fingers trailing over her flushed skin. He found her breasts once more, his thumbs brushing over her stiffened nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

"What else have you thought about?" he asked, eyes dark with curiosity and hunger.

"Everything…" she whispered, her breath catching as another slow thrust rocked through her.

"Tell me," he said, leaning in, his lips grazing her ear, his voice both a demand and a plea.

Li Yao's body trembled beneath him, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust. "I've imagined your hands all over me… your mouth on my neck… your cock—deep inside me," she gasped, the words tumbling from her in a breathless confession.

"I've wanted you for so long, Junior Brother…"

His grin was slow, dangerous. "Is that so?"

"Mhm…" she moaned, her legs tightening around his waist, her hips rising to meet his once more. "So long…"

"I've wanted to pin you against the wall…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of lust and longing. Her breath was hot against his ear, each word soaking with years of suppressed desire. "To have you take me from behind… make you scream my name."

Her nails dragged lightly down his back, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

"I've wanted to feel you come inside me… to feel you fill me completely."

Her confession hit him like a flame to dry tinder. His rhythm faltered for a heartbeat, overwhelmed by the sheer hunger in her voice—the way her body clung to him, needing him not just in flesh, but in spirit.

"Fuck."

Meng Hao could barely control himself.

The image she painted burned into his mind—his back pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips grinding against his cock as he drove into her again and again. Her head thrown back, her voice echoing in the room as she screamed his name in ecstasy.

The thought alone nearly undid him.

His grip on her hips tightened instinctively, his breath growing heavier, each thrust a struggle against the fire she had ignited inside him. It took every shred of restraint not to flip her over and make that fantasy a reality right then and there.

She's going to break me, he thought, lips brushing her ear. And I'll let her.

"I'm close, Senior Sister… I'm going to come," Meng Hao grunted, his voice ragged as his hips bucked harder, faster. His fingers tangled tightly in her hair, pulling her closer, grounding himself in her warmth as his control began to slip.

Li Yao's eyes locked onto his, dark and burning.

"Come for me, Junior Brother," she whispered, her voice husky, commanding, yet full of need. "Come inside me."

That was all it took.

With one final, powerful thrust, Meng Hao buried himself to the hilt, his entire body tensing as his release surged through him. His breath caught, his eyes shut tight, and a low, guttural moan escaped his throat as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

She clung to him, her arms and legs wrapped around his trembling body, holding him close as he spilled deep inside her—every pulse of his climax a bond sealed between them.

"FUCK!"

His cock twitched as his cum spurting deep i side her,filling her

Her body shuddered, her pussy clenching around his length, milking him dry.

"Oh, god," she breathed, her body limp, her head resting against the pillow, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"That was amazing."

Meng Hao let out a low groan, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to steady his breath. His forehead rested gently against hers, their skin slick with sweat, but their hearts beating in perfect rhythm.

"You're… fucking amazing," he whispered, his voice low and reverent, his breath warm against her flushed skin. "And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

Li Yao smiled, slow and sultry, her lashes fluttering as her fingers lazily traced the lines of his chest. Her touch was light, but it sent a lingering shiver through him.

"So…" she purred, tilting her head. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

Meng Hao leaned in, brushing his lips over hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

"And more," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet sincerity.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Junior Brother," she said, mischief dancing in her tone. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into her warmth. "Or should I call you hubby from now on?"

He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. "Mmm… I did."

And for the first time that night, there was no teasing, no power play—just the soft glow of shared satisfaction… and something deeper beginning to bloom between them.

Meng hao exhaled sharply, his eyes locked onto hers, his pulse racing.

"So," Li Yao purred, glancing over her shoulder with a teasing smile, "are you ready for more?"

Meng Hao chuckled, the fire in his eyes flaring once again.

"Do you even need to ask?"

His smirk was answer enough. "No."

He slowly pulled out, his shaft still rock-hard from Li Yao pussy, glistening from their shared passion. Before he could say another word, Li Yao flipped onto her stomach with effortless grace, her back arched and her legs spread invitingly. Her ass rose into the air, offering herself to him without shame, without hesitation.

The sight made his cock twitch—desire roaring back to life with renewed force.

"Your ass looks so damn juicy, Senior Sister," he muttered, his hands gliding over her smooth, flawless skin. His palms slid along her curves, savoring the feel of her supple flesh beneath his fingers.

"Mmm… does it?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement and challenge.

He leaned in, his lips brushing over the small of her back.

"It does," he murmured, voice low and dark with hunger. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of this."

He slapped her ass, making her squeak in surprise.

"Fuck, junior brother, you're such a naughty boy."

"Says the woman who's made me like this," he retorted, his hands spreading her cheeks, his thumbs brushing over her dripping pussy.

"Mmmm."

Lilith moaned softly, her back arching in response to his touch, her hips instinctively rolling against his teasing fingers. Every brush, every pause only fueled the tension coiling tighter within her.

"Such a tease," she murmured, her voice breathless, laced with frustration and want.

"Just the way you like it," he replied smoothly, his tone both smug and sultry.

He moved behind her, the heat between their bodies intensifying as he guided himself into position. His cock rubbed slowly against her slick entrance, the pressure maddening, the promise of what was coming almost too much to bear.

A deep, mutual groan escaped them both—half from relief, half from the unbearable anticipation.

"Oh, fuck…" Lilith breathed, her eyes fluttering shut, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as her body tensed, ready to take him in. Every nerve in her body felt alive, lit with electricity, craving the moment he would finally push into her.

"Don't hold back, junior brother. Fuck me like you mean it."

Meng hao did not need to be told twice.

With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her