After they had finished cleaning themselves and their bodies felt fresh again, Jun Hao moved close to Yinghua. Without a single word, he bent down slightly, then effortlessly lifted her up into his arms, holding her in a perfect princess carry—her body resting securely against his broad chest, her legs curled gently in the air. He carried her away from the bed, which was now soaked and messy, stained all over with the thick remnants of their earlier passion, clear proof of how wildly they had lost themselves to each other. He walked steadily across the room, heading toward the soft, clean sofa near the window, a place dry and comfortable.

There, he stopped and carefully laid Yinghua down upon the plush cushions, letting her rest comfortably on her back while he stood tall right between her slightly parted legs. He adjusted himself, his hands moving down to guide his heavy, thick manhood—still fully hard, throbbing, and glistening faintly—until it hung proudly right before her face, the swollen purple tip hovering just inches from her lips. He did not speak. He simply looked down at her with heavy, expectant eyes, letting his silent presence and the sheer size of his arousal tell her exactly what he wanted, exactly what she was meant to do.

Yinghua understood instantly. She did not need to be told. Her eyes lit up with eager obedience and burning desire. She leaned forward willingly, her hands immediately reaching out to take hold of him. One hand wrapped firmly around the thick base of his shaft, fingers spreading wide to encircle the girth, beginning a slow, tight rhythm—stroking, pumping, squeezing up and down, slick skin sliding against warm flesh. Her other hand reached lower, soft fingers cupping and fondling his heavy, full balls, rolling them gently, massaging the sensitive weight with tender, teasing touches that made his breath hitch.

At the same time, she opened her lips wide and took him deep inside her mouth. She swallowed the broad, flushed head entirely, her soft, wet inner walls wrapping tight around the most sensitive part of him. She began to move, bobbing her head rhythmically—sliding forward until he hit the back of her throat, then pulling back slowly until only the tip remained between her lips, only to dive down deep again. Her tongue worked frantically, swirling, lapping, pressing flat against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein, coating his rigid length in endless warm, slippery saliva. She took him with greedy, hungry fervor, her eyes looking up at him from under her lashes, shining with devotion and lust, showing him clearly how much she loved serving him like this.

Jun Hao looked down, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face as he watched her take him so perfectly. He reached out, his large hand burying itself deep into her soft hair, fingers tangling gently yet possessively, stroking and caressing her head in slow, approving motions. He let his head fall back slightly, eyes fluttering shut as waves of overwhelming pleasure rolled through his body, a deep, guttural groan vibrating low in his chest, escaping past his lips.

"Ah... good girl... you truly are a smart little thing," he murmured, voice thick and heavy with satisfaction, rough with pleasure. "Hmm... just like that... I only needed to feel your sweet mouth on me again... and you gave it to me so perfectly." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Hearing his deep voice praising her, feeling his hand in her hair and knowing how good she made him feel, Yinghua’s passion ignited even hotter. Her body trembled with renewed excitement. She responded immediately, intensifying every movement. Her hand at his base pumped faster, tighter, harder, slick skin sliding rapidly, gripping him firmly as she worked him over. Her fingers playing with his heavy sac grew more skilled, rolling and squeezing with just the right pressure, making his hips twitch involuntarily.

Her mouth moved faster, more eagerly, taking him deeper and deeper until her nose pressed against his skin, until every inch of his massive length was buried inside the hot, wet cavern of her throat. She sucked harder, creating loud, wet, lewd sounds of pleasure and devotion, her tongue working frantically to stimulate every sensitive spot. She bobbed her head rapidly, sliding up and down, swallowing him over and over again with an insatiable, hungry rhythm, her whole body expressing nothing but pure, unbridled desire to please him, to give him every drop of pleasure she could possibly draw from his body.

Jun Hao remained standing, completely surrendering to the sensations. His hand never stopped moving through her hair, guiding her slightly, caressing her endlessly, while his other hand rested heavily on the back of the sofa for support. He kept his eyes closed, breathing hard and heavy, letting himself drown entirely in the feeling of her soft, wet mouth engulfing him, the tight grip of her hand pumping him, the gentle fondling of his most sensitive parts. Every slide, every suck, every touch sent electric shocks of pure bliss coursing through his veins, and he let out long, deep sighs and groans of pure enjoyment, fully immersed in the perfect feeling of being worshipped and pleasured so thoroughly by his devoted, eager girl.