CONTINUATION OF MU QINGYI'S PART!
Easy, Feng Yiren. She is doing this for the first time. Let her set the pace." Yet even as he spoke, his own hips rolled forward a little more firmly, feeding her another thick inch until the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat.
Lin Huahua whimpered loudly around him, her eyes watering, her fluffy white rat tail thrashing as her small hands clutched at his powerful bare thighs for balance. It was a lot — he was so long, so thick, stretching her mouth wider than Hu Baiyu had — but the way Mu Qingyi kept murmuring soft praise, the way his big thumb stroked her cheek, the way he told her exactly what to do, made her want to keep going.
"That's my good girl," Mu Qingyi breathed, voice low and warm, his antlers casting shadows over her flushed face as he rocked his hips in slow, careful thrusts.
