Only the tip of Zhu Qingyue\'s manhood remained a solid, unmoving object inside of her, and to her great relief, he restrained himself from thrusting deeper.

Instead, he fully concentrated on showering her with smouldering kisses.

He softly kissed her cheeks, lightly nipped her chin, and slowly trailed butterfly kisses down her neck. His tongue proceeded to circle the hypersensitive spot connecting her neck and shoulders.

Li Meirong\'s skin was tender and fragile, it was fairly easy to leave marks on it. Due to Zhu Qingyue\'s loving attention, a long trail of pink cherry buds graced the area of her collarbone and milky neck.

Shivers of delight engulfed her each time she felt his warm mouth and slippery tongue leaving their mark on her skin, and the silken strands of his long silvery hair sweeping over her were like an additional sensation of soft caresses. She writhed above him, unable to continue sitting still.

The sharp pain of his manhood\'s penetration dimmed and was slowly replaced with an addicting sort of pleasure, as she rubbed herself against him. Her vulva moistened in an instinctual invitation.

Her nipples began to harden, aching to be touched, and faster than she could even register, his wide palms were upon her breasts, cupping and kneading them hungrily.

Li Meirong\'s whole body began to ache with an unusual delight, and she let out an embarrassing throaty moan, immediately stifling the noise with the back of her hand as her shame overcame her.

"Do not cover your mouth. I wish to hear you," Zhu Qingyue expressed in a low, steady tone.

Despite his apparent calm, the feeling of his cock\'s head pulsating inside her entrance betrayed the man\'s eagerness.

He gently pulled her hand away, and kissed it, tending to each fingertip as though it was a delicious treat to feast upon. Then, he proceeded with his ardent, self-imposed quest to touch every other inch of her body.

By now, Li Meirong came to the mortifying assumption that in all likelihood, Zhu Qingyue would kiss her everywhere, if she\'d allow it.

With her thighs still spread docilely atop Zhu Qingyue, her tightened muscles gradually adjusted to his shape and size, and the pain had all but disappeared. A thrilling anticipation wound her tight, and she cried out with the rising pleasure that filled her.

Feeling more and more perverted with each passing second, she felt herself clench and unclench around the tip of his manhood as she regarded Zhu Qingyue.

His face, stark with arousal, left her dazed.

"You are a dangerous beauty." she breathed in amazement, tracing the sharp line of Zhu Qingyue\'s jaw with her hand.

Entranced, she slowly moved her fingers over the sword-like shape of his eyebrows, and traced her fingertips down his high, finely chiselled nose.

The tip of Zhu Qingyue\'s ears reddened. "This Husband is glad that his appearance pleases his wife, seeing as she is so easily attracted to any pretty flower."

"Hey, that\'s not true! I-"

Li Meirong\'s reply died in her throat as Zhu Qingyue ravished her mouth with his tongue, licking, sucking as if he couldn\'t ever get enough of her. He lapped at her as if she was the last drop of water in the desert and he was a weary traveller, dying of thirst.

She felt his wide hands fastening on her waist once more as he slowly eased his bulging cock further past her entrance.

Li Meirong couldn\'t help but cry out with pain and pleasure as Zhu Qingyue drove himself into her, one slow, agonizing inch at a time. Zhu Qingyue seemed to be purposefully kissing her in an attempt to keep her distracted, consuming the whimpers right out from her swollen mouth with absolute relish.

In all honesty, she thought she would not survive this. Li Meirong\'s panic intensified as Zhu Qingyue\'s cock mercilessly ripped at her inner walls. It felt as if she was on the brink, the feel of his massive girth was tearing her in two.

Every bit of her body was on fire, and she, apparently, was suicidal, because all she seemed to want to do was ride him faster, and push him deeper inside herself!