Jun Hao showed absolutely no sign of slowing down or easing his pace; if anything, his hunger and intensity only grew fiercer with every passing second. Buried deep between her legs, his face was completely smothered in her soft, wet flesh, and he moved with the relentless, single-minded focus of a man starved for the most exquisite delicacy. His tongue, long, thick, and incredibly agile, did not merely lick the surface—it thrust deep inside her slick, pulsating passage, delving all the way in until his nose pressed firmly against her soft mound. He twisted and curled his tongue wildly within her hot, silky walls, swirling in rapid, chaotic circles, lapping up every drop of her sweet, flowing nectar, exploring every sensitive crevice and fold that made her writhe beneath him.

Then, he pulled back slightly and fixed his attention entirely on her sensitive bud—the small, hard, swollen pearl of pleasure that stood erect and glistening between her folds. He wrapped his lips tightly around it, sealing it completely inside his warm, wet mouth, and sucked with a powerful, rhythmic pull that made her hips jerk upward involuntarily. But he did not stop there. Just as she was teetering on the edge, he began to nibble and bite her gently yet firmly, his teeth grazing lightly against the hyper-sensitive flesh—sharp, little nips that sent electric shocks of pure, blinding pleasure shooting straight through her spine, making her entire body convulse and shiver violently. The sensation was sharp, intense, and utterly intoxicating, driving her mind completely blank.

While his mouth worked its magic, his hand moved with equal skill and determination. His long, thick fingers traced the outline of her outer lips, slick with moisture, before he slowly pushed one finger deep inside her tight, hot entrance. He felt her inner muscles instantly clamp down around him, squeezing him with rhythmic, desperate contractions, her walls gripping his digit like a warm, velvet vice. He pumped it slowly in and out, enjoying the heat and the wetness that coated his skin instantly. Then, without warning, he spread her delicate folds wider with his thumb and index finger, and deliberately pushed a second finger inside alongside the first. He pushed them deep, burying them all the way to his knuckles, stretching her open, filling her completely, feeling her adjust to the new size with a sharp intake of breath.

He curled both fingers upward, finding that rough, sensitive spot deep within her, and began to move them. At first, the motion was slow, deliberate, deep strokes, but very quickly, he began to increase the pace and intensity. He pumped them in and out with growing speed and force, scissoring his fingers inside her to stretch her walls further, rubbing and pressing relentlessly against her most sensitive inner flesh, driving her absolutely mad. Every thrust of his fingers combined with every suck and nibble of his mouth sent wave after wave of sensation crashing over her, and Yan Jingshu lost all count of time, lost all count of pleasure.

She was now experiencing orgasm after orgasm, one powerful peak crashing into another without a single moment of rest. Her body was overloaded, every nerve ending screaming in ecstasy. Her intimate area was transformed—her outer lips were now swollen, puffed up and turned a deep, dark shade of red and pink, looking plumper and more inviting than ever. They glistened wetly, coated in a thick mixture of her own natural juices and the slick saliva dripping from Jun Hao’s mouth, constantly leaking copious amounts of sweet, sticky fluid that flowed down her buttocks and soaked the sheets beneath her in a large, dark patch. Her inner walls were scorching hot, incredibly smooth and tight, pulsating and contracting violently around his fingers every time she climaxed, milking his digits for all they were worth. Her sensitive bud was hard, throbbing, shining wetly, and twitched uncontrollably under his relentless attention, so sensitive that even the lightest touch felt like a lightning strike.

For Jun Hao, witnessing and causing this reaction was the ultimate high. He was utterly, completely obsessed with her and her body’s reactions. Every time her muscles spasmed violently, every time she released a flood of her sweet, creamy nectar, every time her body lost control and surrendered to him, his excitement grew. He viewed her orgasmic fluids not just as moisture, but as the most precious, delicious, and sacred liquid in existence. The moment he felt her release and felt the warm flood wash over his tongue and fingers, he would groan low in his throat, suck harder, drink faster, and lick everything up with frantic eagerness, refusing to let even a single drop go to waste or drip onto the bed. Seeing a woman of her status—a powerful, dignified billionaire—reduced to this state of pure, quivering desire, losing herself completely and offering him everything she had, filled him with immense joy, pride, and satisfaction. He devoured her, drank her essence, and savored every second of it like a ritual he never wanted to end.

Under this relentless, overwhelming stimulation, Yan Jingshu’s body was no longer her own. Her back arched high off the mattress, bending like a drawn bow, her hips thrusting upward desperately, grinding and bucking uncontrollably against his face and hand, trying to get closer, trying to take more, unable to get enough. Her long, slender legs shook violently, muscles tightening and relaxing in rapid spasms, her knees bending and closing around his head before he pushed them ruthlessly open wider, keeping her exposed and vulnerable. Her toes curled and pointed rigidly, every muscle in her body tensed to the limit.

Her face was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that wrinkles formed at the corners, rolling back deep into her head until only the whites were visible. Her mouth was stretched wide open, but no coherent words could possibly form there anymore. The only sounds escaping her throat were long, low, unintelligible moans, muffled cries, and heavy, ragged gasps, vibrating and humming continuously around the massive object filling her mouth. She was completely lost in the overwhelming sensations hitting her from below, floating in a haze of pleasure so thick she could barely breathe.

Yet, even in this state of utter ecstasy, her instincts to pleasure him were stronger than ever. Hanging heavily right in front of her face was Jun Hao’s magnificent manhood—a terrifyingly magnificent sight. It was enormous, thick as a man’s wrist, incredibly long, and rock hard from base to tip, standing tall and proud, completely rigid and throbbing with life. The skin was stretched tight over the hard flesh, scorching hot to the touch, flushed a deep reddish-purple color, with huge, thick blue veins winding and bulging prominently all along its length, pulsing visibly and rhythmically with every beat of his heart. The large, bulbous head was swollen, shiny, and oozing clear, sticky pre-cum that glistened under the soft light, tasting salty and sweet, radiating an intense heat that she could feel against her tongue. It filled her mouth completely, stretching her lips to their absolute limit, pressing heavily against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, heavy and pulsating continuously against her throat, threatening to choke her in the most delicious way possible.

Her hands, trembling slightly from her own pleasure, reached up and gripped the heavy, veiny base firmly, her fingers barely able to wrap all the way around the immense thickness. She held him tight, feeling the heat radiating off his skin and the powerful throbbing beneath her palms. And then, she responded to his intensity with a hunger that matched his own.

She became even greedier and more aggressive than before. Her cheeks hollowed out with incredible force, creating a powerful, vacuum-like suction that drew a loud, guttural groan from Jun Hao’s throat. She sucked harder, deeper, and faster, pulling him into her mouth with rhythmic, desperate pulls. She bobbed her head frantically up and down his entire massive length, swallowing him deep down her throat repeatedly, her nose brushing against the dark hair at his base with every downward motion. Saliva dripped freely from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto her neck and chest, marking her skin with his presence. She slurped and swallowed eagerly, her tongue swirling wildly around the sensitive crown and the slit, tasting every drop of him, completely immersed in the act of devouring him just as he was devouring her.

Trapped in this perfect, heated embrace, faces buried in each other’s most intimate places, both bodies convulsing in shared pleasure, they were locked in a cycle of endless, overwhelming bliss—giving and taking, tasting and being tasted, completely lost in a world of desire that knew no bounds.