Chen Nan could clearly feel the rhythmic contractions of every inch of her throat muscles, the warm and tight embrace almost driving him to the brink of losing control.
Her delicate throat contracted rhythmically with each swallow, like the finest velvet rubbing against his most sensitive nerves.
"So good... You're doing... so well..." he praised her haltingly, his voice fragmented by pleasure, his long fingers unconsciously threading through her waterfall-like hair.
Shen Qinglan, encouraged by his words, blushed enticingly at the corners of her eyes.
She adjusted the angle, allowing all of him to penetrate deeper into her mouth.
With one hand holding his scalding base, the other gently kneading his full sacs, her tongue agilely swept over the sensitive frenulum region, each movement precise enough to send shivers down his spine.
