Zhao Yiming had already spent. Or so he thought.
His cock was still twitching from the last orgasm, but Meilin didn't give him a damn moment to recover.
The moment he slumped back, breathing hard, she climbed on top of him with that wicked little smirk—like she was about to commit a war crime.
"Already tired?" she whispered, brushing her soaked pussy along his shaft, rubbing it up and down like a perverted massage.
"But I'm still hungry…"
Zhao Yiming laughed, "Tired? We are just starting, baby. I'm not done with my dinner yet, so ride me good, alright?" he smirked and put his hands on her waist.
"Mm," she giggled, lowering her body until his tip pressed against her entrance again. "Good, since I will ride you until you faint."
And just like that, she sank down. With no warning or hesitation. Just full, sloppy insertion in one go, taking every inch of him back into her like her body was built for it.
"Fuck!!!" His hips jolted.
