The instant he felt the violent tremors racking Yan Jingshu’s slender frame, watched her body convulse and arch sharply off the mattress, and heard her muffled, desperate moans vibrate intensely against his sensitive flesh as she reached the peak of her pleasure, Jun Hao immediately slowed and finally stopped all his movements completely. He held himself perfectly still, allowing her to ride out every last wave of that powerful, overwhelming sensation, his eyes locked onto her beautiful, twisted expression, drinking in every single reaction. He waited patiently, his chest rising and falling steadily, until her trembling gradually began to subside and her breathing transformed into heavy, ragged, shallow gasps that filled the quiet, heated air of the room.

Slowly, with deliberate, teasing slowness, he pulled his heavy, hot, and violently throbbing manhood away from her soft, wet lips and flushed face. He hovered it right above her, letting the tip brush lightly against her cheek and the corner of her mouth, watching her shiver from the contact. A wide, utterly satisfied, and incredibly lewd smirk spread slowly across his face as he looked down at her dazed, dreamy expression. His large hand reached out, fingers tracing the curve of her jawline, then sliding down to caress the side of her hot, sweaty cheek, his touch firm yet possessive. His voice came out low, deep, and commanding yet soft, dripping with that familiar playful and teasing tone that made her stomach flip.

"Alright... that was absolutely exquisite," Jun Hao murmured, his thumb brushing over her swollen, red lips. "Now... turn your whole body over for me, will you? Come on... lie flat on your back, face up. Let’s change the angle just a little bit... I promise you, you will enjoy this even more."

Yan Jingshu lay there, her limbs feeling like jelly, her mind completely clouded and floating in a haze of lingering pleasure. She felt too dazed, too satiated, and far too obedient to even think of refusing him. With great effort, her body moving slowly and clumsily from exhaustion and sensitivity, she shifted her weight. She rolled over with trembling limbs, her breasts swaying softly with the movement, changing from lying face down to lying flat on her back against the soft bed. Her smooth, soft back pressed against the cool mattress, while her chest, stomach, and all her most private, sensitive parts were now facing fully upward, completely exposed and vulnerable to his hungry gaze. Her long hair was messy and spread out like a dark fan across the white pillow, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, her lips slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath.

Jun Hao moved his body smoothly as well, shifting forward without ever leaving her side. He positioned himself above her, remaining kneeling between her legs which naturally fell open slightly, inviting him in. He adjusted their bodies meticulously, shifting his knees and hips until they were settled perfectly into the classic, intimate sixty-nine position, their bodies forming a perfect line of desire.

Now, his lower body hovered directly above her face, his heavy, massive manhood dangling heavily right in front of her mouth and nose. It was a terrifyingly magnificent sight—enormously thick, incredibly long, and rock hard from base to tip, standing tall and proud. Its skin was hot and smooth, glistening faintly with her own saliva and his fluid, with thick, prominent blue veins winding and pulsing visibly all along its length, looking fierce and virile. The large, bulbous head was a deep reddish-purple, swollen and sensitive, dripping with clear, sticky fluid that glistened under the soft light, radiating an intense, scorching heat that she could feel even without touching it.

At the same time, his own face was positioned perfectly right above her lower body, his eyes level with her most intimate place. Jun Hao leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting comfortably on the bed on either side of her thighs, lowering his head to get a closer, unobstructed view.

And what a sight it was.

Jun Hao’s eyes widened slightly, filled with undisguised awe, hunger, and intense appreciation as he stared down at the glorious sight between her legs. He let out a low, sharp whistle of admiration, his eyes darkening with pure lust. There, fully exposed to him, lay the most beautiful, perfect womanhood he had ever seen. Her outer lips were full, plump, soft, and a deep, inviting shade of pink, glistening wetly, swollen and throbbing rhythmically with her heartbeat. It was slick and shiny, dripping with her own sweet nectar, looking incredibly soft, warm, and incredibly inviting. It looked refined, exquisite, and perfectly formed—truly fitting for a woman of her status.

Slowly, Jun Hao reached out with both hands, his large, warm palms cupping her soft, fleshy thighs. His fingers spread wide, gripping the soft skin firmly, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh of her inner thighs, dragging his touch slowly upward, closer and closer to her center. Then, his thumbs came together, gently spreading her delicate folds wider, opening her up completely for his viewing pleasure. He began to rub and stroke the soft, sensitive skin around her entrance with slow, circular motions, his touch feather-light yet maddeningly intense. He traced the shape of her lips, stroked the wetness that spilled out, and ran his fingers up and down the length of her slit, marveling at how incredibly soft, warm, and slippery she felt. He pressed his thumbs gently against her sensitive bud, watching it twitch and swell even more under his gaze, his expression one of pure delight and wicked amusement.

A low, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her skin. He leaned even closer, his nose almost touching her wetness, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent deeply, his eyes never leaving her glistening core.

"Truly..." Jun Hao whispered huskily, shaking his head in genuine amazement, a wide, lecherous grin stretching across his face. He laughed softly, dark and rich, as he looked from her perfect body up to her face, then back down to her center. "Truly... the vagina of a billionaire woman really is different, isn’t it? It looks... absolutely exquisite. So beautiful, so refined... and it looks incredibly delicious, so appetizing and tempting... it makes me want to devour it completely."

With those teasing, wicked words hanging in the air, Jun Hao did not wait another second. He lowered his head completely and buried his face deep between her legs, diving straight in like a starving man finding a feast. He pressed his mouth hard and tight against her wet folds, his lips sealing over her sensitive bud, sucking hard and loud, while his nose pressed deep against her soft skin, inhaling her scent right from the source. His tongue darted out, long, wet, and skilled, delving deep inside her slick, hot passage, licking, swirling, and exploring every inch of her with frantic, hungry movements. He feasted upon her relentlessly, his head moving side to side, his face grinding against her softness, devouring her completely just as he had said, while his hands continued to stroke, caress, and squeeze her trembling thighs, keeping her spread wide and trapped in his pleasure.

Hearing his bold, shameless words—"so delicious and appetizing"—Yan Jingshu felt an explosion of heat rush straight to her face. Her cheeks turned a deep, burning red, the color spreading instantly down her neck and all over her chest. She felt so incredibly shy, embarrassed, and flushed, her heart hammering wildly in her chest at his crude yet intoxicating praise. She bit her lip hard, her body squirming slightly from the intense sensation of his mouth attacking her core, but despite her shyness and the overwhelming pleasure hitting her from below, she did not pull away, did not stop, and certainly did not let up on her own actions.

Her instincts had taken over completely. The sight and feel of his massive, impressive manhood hanging right in front of her face were too mesmerizing, too tempting to ignore. Her hands, moving with practiced ease and newfound boldness, reached up instinctively. Her slender fingers wrapped tightly around his thick, hot shaft, marveling at how heavy and powerful it felt in her grasp. She gripped him firmly, her palm feeling the heat radiating off his skin and the thick veins pulsing rhythmically beneath her touch. She began to stroke and pump him vigorously, moving her hand up and down his entire length rhythmically, squeezing him tighter as she reached the sensitive head, twisting her wrist slightly just the way she knew he liked it, making his body jerk and groan loudly against her wetness.

At the same time, she opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips to accommodate his massive size, welcoming the large, sensitive head deep inside her warm, wet cavern. Her lips sealed tightly around him, creating a vacuum seal, and she began to suck and slurp him eagerly, bobbing her head up and down slowly but deeply, taking him further and further down her throat with every movement. She swirled her tongue wildly around the sensitive crown and the slit, tasting his salty, sweet fluid, humming softly around him in appreciation, pleasuring him with everything she had. Even while her body was shaking and trembling violently from the incredible pleasure he was giving her below, she never once stopped or slowed down, completely lost in the act of devouring him just as he was devouring her.

Both of them were now locked in this perfect, heated position, faces buried in each other’s most intimate places, exchanging intense, wet pleasure—both giving and receiving, tasting and being tasted—trapped in a cycle of endless, overwhelming bliss and desire that knew no bounds.