They scrambled to obey—bodies moving before their minds could process. Meiling shifted her thick frame into position first, mouth opening automatically.
"L-like this?" she asked, voice hoarse. Her hands wrapped around his base as her lips closed around his cockhead.
Tastes like us both, she realized, sucking deeper. Our shame. Our violation.
Xiao Hua's smaller hands cupped his balls from below, and she leaned in tentatively. "I-I've never—" she whispered against his sack. "Tell me how to please you, Cultivator~"
"Use your tongue," he ordered. "Worship them."
Her tongue came out, licking along his balls while Meiling's mouth worked his shaft. The bride's inexperience showed—hesitant licks, uncertain movements—but her enthusiasm made up for it.
"Like this?" Xiao Hua asked between licks. "Am I—Mmm~! Am I doing good?"
