Su Hanying wanted more of this. More of his mouth. More of his hands.
More of the thick cock she knew was still waiting for her.
Training had always brought pain. It demanded discipline, endurance, and the acceptance of slow, grinding progress.
It filled her with discomfort, frustration, and the constant fear of falling behind.
Making love for the first time had given her the opposite of all that.
It had given her pure, mind-melting pleasure from the very first touch. No struggle.
No disappointment.
Only heat, wetness, and wave after wave of ecstasy that left her breathless and smiling.
If she were forced to choose between the two paths, there was no contest left in her heart.
She loved being taken by Ross far more than she had ever loved becoming stronger.
Even now, with her thighs still slick and her pussy softly pulsing, she found herself already craving the next round.
She wanted him to stop teasing and finally push that heavy cock inside her.
