Yuehan's ass swallowed Qingyi's entire shaft. The plump cheeks closed around it, soft and snug, their warm flesh hugging him from base to tip.
He pulled back gently, letting his cock slide down through the grip of her cheeks. It left a trail of heat along her skin as it went, until the glans finally found its target: that tight, virgin pussy.
Yuehan felt the tip touch her there, and her whole body froze. Her fingers clenched the pillow tighter, her breath catching in her throat.
The reddish tip pressed against her pale, plump labia.
They dimpled inward around the head of his cock, cushioning it, her wetness smearing warm and slick over the glans before he had even entered.
The pressure built rapidly.
Then they gave way, parting around Qingyi's cock like a tight ring and stretching to make room. The glans finally slipped inside her pussy—hot, slippery, and so tight that he had to stop for a second.
