"Oh my god, Master is reacting!" Yingying cried out, her voice a mix of shock and pure delight.
"Of course she is. My Dual Cultivation art doesn't miss," Wang Yue grunted, keeping his rhythm steady. "If we give her a real jolt of stimulation, she'll be awake in no time."
"How? Tell me what to do!" Yingying asked urgently.
Wang Yue scooped up another dollop of jam and smeared it thick over Yu Suxin's clitoris—which was already engorged and twitching at the top of her slit. "Lick her right there," he commanded.
Watching her brother-in-law's massive rod slide in and out of her Master's tight folds was already pushing Yingying's modesty to the brink.
Now he wanted her to put her tongue there? It was a big ask. But for the sake of her Master's life, Yingying swallowed her shame. She leaned in close, her small tongue darting out to lap the jam off the sensitive nub.
