Long Yat-sen bowed his head over her core. His tongue entered, slid, and lapped over her folds. Shao Lin cried out as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, grinding against his mouth. Nothing had felt like this before. Not with her fingers in the dead of night or the instruments she used for assistance. It became boring, and it felt nothing like the real thing.
Long Yat-sen was so carefully attentive to her that she knew she would come apart like this.
"Right there," she gasped as he moved against her slowly.
He then lifted her thighs upward, opening her wide, as Long Yat-sen put the full force of his mouth over her. Shao Lin screamed, shuddering from pleasure. He put a finger inside her then, and she stilled as she felt him enter and pull out slowly, only to shove his finger back in. She was going to come like this, and as if Long Yat-sen knew, feeling the tightening of her pussy around his finger, he said, "Not yet."
"I need to," she sighed.
