Yun Zijin's fingers tightened slightly around the thick shaft, testing its weight and heat.
Even with both hands she could not fully enclose him.
The heavy cock throbbed once in her grip, and a soft, involuntary breath escaped her lips.
"This…" she whispered, almost to herself. "No wonder the women around you look the way they do."
Lin Feng remained still, watching her with a calm but unreadable expression.
He had given her every chance to stop. She had refused each one.
Yun Zijin lifted her eyes to meet his.
Whatever fleeting shock she felt was quickly replaced by the same determined hunger that had brought her this far.
She shifted closer on the bed, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him again slower this time, deeper, her tongue slipping past his lips while her hands continued to stroke along his length.
