Sensing her greediness, Li Feng chuckled.
"Easy…" he muttered, voice rough. "Get used to it first."
Meng Wan's eyes stayed bright and unfocused, pink light swirling as spit ran freely from the corners of her stretched lips, over her nose, into her hanging hair.
Her throat worked around him with every slow push... tight, wet, yielding a little more each time.
Li Feng watched it happen, breathing harsher with every stroke.
And the coil in his gut pulled tighter with every gluck.
But he was in no hurry to finish... Not yet.
He wanted her throat soft and used to his thick size first… then he could let loose.
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Some time passed like that.
The slow, wet glides had done their work.
Meng Wan's throat no longer fought the thick shape of him.
It opened and closed around every inch, the bulge in her neck shifting smoothly, almost flexibly, as he fed himself in and drew back out.
