Lin Feng's tongue would drag slowly along her sensitive flesh, circle her swollen clit, then push deeper to taste every fresh rush of wetness she gave him.
He never rushed. He never grew tired.
He simply licked and sucked and teased until her thighs trembled and her voice broke.
Rong Xian soon lost count of how many times she climaxed beneath him.
"Aghhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Ughhhhh…" Her cries filled the room night after night.
Pleasure crashed through her in endless waves… some sharp and sudden, others long and rolling until she could barely breathe.
She tried to endure.
She tried to stay conscious and keep receiving everything he gave her.
Yet Lin Feng was simply too skilled a lover.
It would have been easier to become a true immortal and ascend to the heights of heaven than to outlast him in the art he loved most.
On one particular night the intensity reached a new peak.
