Su Muyao's tight yin furnace clenched around Lin Feng's oversized divine tool with desperate intensity, as though afraid to let him withdraw even a fraction.
Every pulse of her inner walls milked him shamelessly, drawing out tremors from deep within his peerless sword.
Ordinarily, Lin Feng would have restrained himself.
To celebrate losing his virginity, he would have preferred to take his time and stretch the pleasure across hours or even days, savoring every lingering moment instead of rushing through it.
With a True Immortal body and cultivation base and boundless divine reserves, he was no ordinary man.
His vitality regenerated endlessly and his essence was practically inexhaustible.
His burning iron could rise again and again without fatigue, without depletion.
The concept of lasting long in bed had lost its significance to him.
He was both the storm and the unending sky that birthed it.
So he surrendered to the moment.
