Yuehan's eyes opened for a single second before closing again.
She controlled her breathing with the utmost care, forcing her chest to rise and fall at the same slow rhythm as before. Fortunately, Huoyue hadn't noticed that she had emerged from her meditative state.
The fire spirit looked up, her amber eyes sweeping over Qingyi's enormous, thick, throbbing cock.
Twenty-three centimeters of hard flesh, so heavy that even fully erect, the member hung slightly downward, bending under its own weight.
The reddish glans hovered just a few centimeters from her face, its raw, masculine scent invading her nostrils. It was intoxicating.
Her red lips parted for an instant, a trembling breath escaping between them.
One of her delicate hands rose across her face, brushing aside a strand of fiery hair that had fallen over her eyes and tucking it behind her ear.
