The air in the office was suffocatingly thick, heavy with the scent of raw musk, rain-drenched ozone, and the predatory resonance of Shen Yu's Heaven Seducing aura. Having tasted the first offering, Xu Yi's hunger had mutated from professional curiosity into a primal, religious fervor. She was no longer just a manager; she was a devotee at the altar of her master, her very soul vibrating with the need to be consumed.
As she took the monstrous, veined length back into her mouth again, the rhythmic dance of surrender and dominance escalated into a frantic fever pitch.
Shen Yu's patience, usually an iron-clad fortress, finally shattered. The sight of her, hazel eyes rolled back, her throat working with a desperate, clinical efficiency, was more than his restraint could handle. He gripped her dark brown hair, his knuckles turning white, and began to meet her bobbing head with sharp, demanding thrusts.
Slurp… gluck… gawk!
