Xu Yi's gaze drifted down to the head of his cock, which had turned a deep, angry crimson. When a single, glistening bead of pre-cum surfaced at the tip, an instinctual hunger took over. She leaned forward and swiped her tongue across the pearl of moisture.
The taste was divine, an intoxicating, heavenly essence fueled by his transcendent bloodline. It was a flavor of pure power that set her blood on fire.
Driven by a sudden, frantic need to taste more, she began to lick the head with a feverish intensity, her tongue swirling around the crown while her hands worked the shaft in a synchronized, desperate rhythm.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp
