His words, combined with his relentless efforts, pushed Qingyu over the edge. With a scream of his name, she came, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers, gushing her juices all over his hand and chin.
Shen Yuan groaned in satisfaction as he felt her come apart, lapping up her essence like a man starved.
He continued to stroke her through her orgasm, helping her ride out each crest and aftershock until she collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated.
Panting softly, Shen Yuan crawled up her body, a smug grin on his face. "You taste exquisite, Qingyu," he murmured, his chin glistening with her juices. "I could feast on your sweet nectar for hours." He leaned down to capture her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her deeply.
Qingyu moaned softly into the kiss, tasting the essence of her own arousal on Shen Yuan's tongue.
