Jian's eyes lingered on her chest, on the soft curves that seemed to defy gravity, rising proudly as though they had been sculpted from jade and tempered in fire.
Seeing his gaze she instinctively covered her melons with her hands, but after few minutes of awkward stare she slowly retracted her hand leaving them for display
Moments later his hand rose almost instinctively, cupping one mound with a gentleness that belied the hunger simmering beneath his calm demeanor.
Maria gasped at the unfamiliar touch, her breath hitching in her throat as his fingers kneaded softly.
The sound only urged him further, his other hand claiming her second breast with equal care, rolling and circling as if testing the limits of durability, A muffled moan slipped past her lips, betraying the storm as her body could no longer contain.
Without warning, Jian's head dipped, his lips closing around her hardened peak. A sharp cry escaped her, half moan, half plea, as his tongue traced deliberate circles, drawing out a heat that surged through her veins like waterfall.
One arm pulled her closer, pressing her trembling body against his, while his free hand continued to caress and tease the other breast with maddening precision.
"Ah… haa… uhm… yo—young… mas—Jian…" Her voice broke into fragments unable to form audible sentences, words dissolving into helpless sounds as wave after wave of foreign sensation drowned her.
Her hands hovered in the air helplessly, unable to decide where to be kept, noticing this Jian caught them in his grip and guided them to his head.
Almost instinctively, she pressed him harder against her breast, as though seeking more of the unbearable pleasure his mouth gave her.
Switching sides, Jian's lips claimed her other peak, his tongue repeating the same intoxicating dance.
Maria's back arched, her moans rising in pitch, her body trembling as if she were being unraveled from within.
And then she felt it—something hot and unyielding pressing against her, straining beneath the thin barrier of his robe and the curve of her ass.
Seated firmly on his lap, Maria could no longer pretend to ignore the hardness beneath her. Startled, she shifted back, but the movement only freed it further, the rigid bulge straining upward now that it was no longer suppressed.
Her eyes flickered downward, widening at the sight of it, before darting back to Jian as she couldn't believe that his small frame would have a dragon so enormous. He leaned back onto the bed, his gaze steady, unhurried as he watched every move Maria made with a stern gaze like a football fan watching his team dominating a match.
With trembling fingers, Maria reached for his lower robes. Slowly—almost reverently—she loosened them, releasing his dragon from its confines. It immediately sprang up ready for action.
Her breath caught as her hand wrapped around him. She gave a tentative stroke, then another, her movements clumsy and uncertain as this was the first time she had held on a dick.
Jian didn't correct her, didn't break the fragile courage it had taken her to touch him. Instead, he let her explore, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Moments later, Jian lifted himself, his body moving with a calm dominance, and gently guided Maria back onto the bed.
He hovered over her, one hand pinning her wrist above her head, the other slipping with practiced ease to her waist. His lips claimed hers in a kiss—slow, deep, as his fingers worked at her lower robes.
With a quiet rustle, fabric slipped away. The night air kissed her newly exposed skin, brushing over the now damp skin between her thighs.
She flinched instinctively, locking her thighs as she pressed her legs tightly together, her breath sharp and unsteady as her gaze met with Jian gaze.
Jian paused, his smile deepening. The composure she wore so effortlessly in daylight had vanished, replaced by a shy defenselessness she couldn't conceal.
And then, slowly, Maria parted her thighs. The movement was tentative, hesitant, yet deliberate. Jian's body shifted smoothly, sliding into the space she had given him, until his weight and warmth hovered directly above her.
Jian began to plant kisses on her starting from her lips to her neck he continued, passing in-between her bountiful peaks to her stomach reaching her bottom.
when she noticed that his tongue reached her bottom cheek she started panting heavily as indescribable pleasure filled her, craving more her thighs started squeezing his head.
"ahhh....mmm" she moaned and grabbed his head, and Jian started throwing his tongue inside her pussy using a moderate dual cultivation technique.
Her body betrayed her, as juices from her punanie spilled freely as wetness coated her thighs.
The more Jian's mouth explored her, the more her body responded, each stroke of his tongue pressing deeper, tasting, teasing, sending shivers racing through her core.
Her breath hitched, her back arching, until at last he pulled away. Jian's lips brushed against her ear, his voice a low growl as he wispered
"Maria… are you ready?"
Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, wide and uncertain, yet glistening with need. She gave the faintest nod.
With trembling fingers, she reached down and held his pulsing length, feeling the heat and weight of him. Jian guided himself, rubbing gently against her extreme wet entrance, the swollen tip dragging across her most tender place.
Just then a sharp cry escaped her lips, her moan spilling out without restraint. His shaft twitched in his grip, throbbing harder as though answering her moanful plea.
With a steady breath, Jian pressed forward. The tip pushed past her folds, entering her warmth for the first time. But pleasure shattered into pain—Maria stiffened, her body tightening around him as a sharp sting cut through her haze.
Jian froze immediately, his hand caressing her cheek, his lips brushing her temple as if to soothe her. He didn't move, only waited, his eyes searching hers for permission.
When her trembling eased, when her fingers clutched at him rather than pushed away, he moved again—slower this time, inch by inch.
"Ahh…" Maria's cry broke into a whimper. Her lips quivered, teeth sinking into her lower lip as tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.
She could feel it—her hymen breaking beneath his steady and continuous thrust, jian halted his movement, but not for long, a few moments later he slowly started making his move.