Seeing that Yu Suxin was on the brink of an explosive peak, Wang Yue pulled her waist tight against him, accelerating his thrusts to a fierce, relentless pace.
"Ah... so good... ah... Master's good boy... ah... hold my body tight... ah... thrust hard... ah... big disciple... hurry... Master's inner depth... ah... it's about to release... ah..."
In a matter of moments, Yu Suxin's inner path contracted in violent spasms, clinging tightly to Wang Yue's length. Her inner gate locked firmly around his tip.
Suddenly, her entire frame went rigid, shivering intensely as a thick, hot wave of sweet mist poured out over his tip.
Scalded by her hot release, Wang Yue's tip surged with pleasure, triggering his own release.
Yet he didn't stop moving—as he poured his essence deep inside her, he continued a slow, gentle thrusting rhythm within her flooded sanctuary.
