Wan Ling's heart raced as she looked down at him, her green eyes dark with desire. "Brother Yuan," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to taste me."
Shen Yuan smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. "With pleasure, my dear Ling'er." He leaned in, his tongue delving between her slick folds, tasting her essence. He groaned at the exquisite flavor, his cock twitching with renewed arousal.
Wan Ling cried out, her back arching off the bed as Shen Yuan's tongue explored her most intimate places. He licked and suckled on her sensitive flesh, his fingers sliding through her pussy, stroking her inner walls.
He found her clit, the swollen bud throbbing with need. Shen Yuan focused his attention there, circling and flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. Wan Ling writhed beneath him, her thighs clamping around his head as she rode his tongue with wanton abandon.
