Her tiny hands pressed against his chest, clinging to him as she sank all the way down until her ass met his thighs with a loud, wet slap. She threw her head back, a lewd, broken moan escaping her lips.
"Aaahhh... Brother… it's too much!…" she sobbed, but she didn't stop. Her hips began to move—awkward at first, but determined—rocking herself back and forth on his cock.
Julian watched through half-lidded eyes, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks. She was devastatingly erotic, completely untrained, yet so eager to please him.
"You're doing good, Mei'er," he growled, thrusting up into her, making her bounce. "Use your Qi… tighten around me…"
She bit her lip, trying to focus. Closing her eyes, she let the golden Qi flood her core—and suddenly, her pussy clenched brutally around him, making Julian's head spin.
"Brother Monk! Ahh—!" she cried out, as even she could feel how her walls were spasming, milking him greedily.
