The wet liquid clung to his fingers; he brought them to his nose and caught a faint scent of a young woman's hormones.
At that, Su Ming couldn't hold back any longer, surging with impatience as he pressed his lips to her once more.
"Ah, ah!"
Dong Qingyu's reaction was fiercer this time, her body shuddering uncontrollably, thighs instinctively trying to press together.
In just this brief moment, her fertile field was already flooding with wetness.
Rivulets of crystalline fluid trickled from between those delicate folds.
Because of her White Tiger Constitution, Su Ming could take in the entire scene below, nothing hidden from his gaze.
"Husband, I want it,"
She moaned softly, and Su Ming seized Dong Qingyu's feet, letting out a low, playful laugh.
"Don't rush, baby. I'll give you everything you want."
Then, Su Ming's gaze fell to Dong Qingyu's jade-like feet, and he wrapped his lips around them, suckling gently.
"Ah! It tickles, honey, it feels so good..."
Dong Qingyu had never experienced this kind of caressing; at most, she'd felt the nibbling of tiny fish.
The waves of sensation made her cry out again and again, her body trembling even more violently.
After lingering over those perfect feet, Su Ming continued up along the inside of her thighs, planting sensual kisses along the way.
Finally, he returned once more to that lush paradise, now sticky and drenched beyond measure.
Liquid gushed out in streams, the flesh slippery and yielding with arousal.
Su Ming looked up; Dong Qingyu was still whimpering softly, lost in bliss.
Her lashes were long, fluttering faintly with every exhale.
Her pure, flawless body trembled, skin flushed with a rosy sheen.
Unable to endure another moment, Su Ming gripped his rigid length and positioned it at the entrance to her overflowing garden.
He rubbed against her a few times, letting himself grow slick with her nectar, then suddenly plunged inside.
He'd hardly entered when Dong Qingyu cried out in shock.
This was the nature of the White Tiger Constitution—no matter how many times she was taken, that entrance remained as tight as the first time.
And with it, every sensation struck her nerve endings with brutal clarity.
Dong Qingyu clutched desperately at Su Ming's arms, teeth clenched, her expression twisting between pain and pleasure.
Su Ming drove deeper, and Dong Qingyu's grip only tightened, fingers digging into his skin.
Suddenly, Su Ming bent forward, wrapping Dong Qingyu in his embrace.
"Xiaoxiao, do you want to try something even more exciting?"
"What is it?"
Before Dong Qingyu could answer, Su Ming thrust all the way in, filling her completely.
In that instant, Dong Qingyu's eyes flew wide, her whole body shuddering furiously.
"Ah! It's too big, you're going to split me open!"
At the same time, Su Ming sensed that clinging heat, squeezing him with intoxicating firmness.
Dong Qingyu bit down, trying her best to endure, but it was clear she was on the brink of being overwhelmed.
In the end, she couldn't help but cry out, losing herself to the moment.
Su Ming stroked her back in gentle reassurance.
"That's it, Xiaoxiao, good girl."
After a while, Dong Qingyu seemed to get used to the sensation. She murmured softly, "Honey, keep going..."
The White Tiger Constitution granted Dong Qingyu endless pleasure in moments like these—each time was just as intense as the first, and every sensation grew stronger still.
This was why women with the White Tiger Constitution were best not trifled with—
They could truly drain a man dry.
Soon, Dong Qingyu synced with Su Ming's rhythm; a pat on his body urged him to move faster.
Su Ming picked up speed, the vice-like heat bringing him waves of rapturous release.
He'd been holding back before, afraid she might get hurt, moving carefully within her.
Now, he started to move faster, thrusting in and out relentlessly.
"So good, baby, you're amazing, it feels so good down there, I feel so good."
"Honey, I miss you, if I don't see you for a day, I miss you—I can't take it."
"Ah, baby, I'm gonna fly, hahah!"
Under Su Ming's fierce assault, Dong Qingyu opened her mouth wide, letting out pleasure-drenched moans without holding back.
Her cries were high and wild, her voice thick with pure satisfaction.
Her delicate face was already painted with dazed ecstasy.
And Su Ming kept complete control of their rhythm—sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
He pulled them both deeper into this carnal game, making them savor every sensation of it.
As Su Ming's speed picked up, Dong Qingyu's moans grew even louder.
You could see just how much Dong Qingyu was enjoying herself now.
Especially those gorgeous legs—even supermodels would be jealous—wrapped tightly around Su Ming's waist.
With things like this, men might learn from porn, but women—maybe they're just born for it.
Born knowing how to make a man even more excited, to drive him to fuck even harder.
Her lush, fertile entrance was still so tight, even now.
The way she gripped him brought an exquisite pleasure to both Su Ming and Dong Qingyu.
Especially once he started going faster, a jolt of tingles ran through their whole bodies—it really did feel like flying.
With comfort like this, Su Ming's strength started to surge.
The look of wanton lust on Dong Qingyu's face reached an absolute peak.
She didn't care anymore whether anyone outside could hear—she just screamed her head off, absolutely shameless.
"Ah, it feels so good, baby, I love you—fuck me like this every day."
"I can't—I can't take it—I'm about to come!"
Suddenly, Dong Qingyu's body arched up, locking her arms around Su Ming in a desperate hug.
Her pussy clenched in a wild tremor, squeezing even tighter, and a rush of heat gushed out of her.
No one would've thought she'd hit her peak so soon, right in the heat of things.
She kept shuddering for ages before finally lying back down, her face lit up with excitement.
Su Ming was just as wild, picking Dong Qingyu up and carrying her in front of the big mirror.
"Xiaoxiao, look at us in the mirror."
They'd done it so many times before, but this position, this feeling—it was a first.
Gazing at her reflection, face lost in pleasure, Dong Qingyu almost couldn't believe it.
Especially seeing his huge cock driving in and out of her—there was a whole new thrill to it.
"You're so bad, baby."
Dong Qingyu laughed and bit Su Ming's ear, melting against him, draping her whole body across his back.
Su Ming caught her ass in both hands and started pounding into her again.
"Xiaoxiao, let's try another position."
With that, Su Ming set Dong Qingyu down on the floor, telling her to look straight into the mirror.
He came behind Dong Qingyu, thrusting into her from behind.
Maybe it was the mirror—Dong Qingyu wasn't sure how to hold her face anymore.
She'd never expected she could be so shameless.
No—she never imagined that when she let go, she could be this wild.
Feeling his thickness sliding in and out, Dong Qingyu just couldn't hold back—her eyes glazed over in bliss.
She panted softly, leaning onto the marble counter, her ass rocking back to meet his every move.
Her legs trembled, their bodies colliding in a feverish rhythm.
All at once, Su Ming hugged Dong Qingyu tight from behind.
The next moment, a furious surge of thrusts crashed into her.
Dong Qingyu's whole body shuddered violently at that instant, like she really was about to lift off and fly.
