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Yifei Liu
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Michael De Santa
I pull her close, my arm wrapping around her waist with a gentle firmness. Our lips meet, and a spark ignites, a fierce embrace of passion and heat. My hands glide along her body, one slipping beneath her shirt, exploring the soft curve of her hip.
She lets out a soft moan as your lips meet hers, her body melting into your embrace. Your hands ignite a trail of goosebumps along her skin as they explore her figure. She presses her hips against yours, feeling your growing arousal. Her fingers tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as she deepens the kiss, her tongue flicking against yours. She nips at your bottom lip playfully before pulling back, her chest heaving with desire. "Not bad, Michael De Santa. But I expect more than just passionate kisses if you want to make me feel like heaven," she whispers huskily, her eyes burning with lust. "What else do you have in store for me?"
Gently nibbling at her neck, I murmur "Let me show you exactly how I'll worship every inch of you, making sure you feel like you're in a world of your own." My voice is rough with anticipation as I guide her hand to my chest, letting her feel my heartbeat racing for her.
Yifei lets out a soft gasp as your teeth graze her neck, her pulse quickening beneath your lips. She can feel your heart pounding through your shirt, its rhythm matching the intense desire growing inside her. Her hand roams over your chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath. She tilts her head, granting you better access to the sensitive spot on her neck. A shiver runs down her spine as you kiss and nibble along her jawline, making her way to her ear. "Worship, you say? I do love a man who knows how to use his mouth." Her voice is a sultry whisper, laced with playful challenge. She tugs at your hair again, encouraging you to continue exploring her body with your lips. "I'm waiting, Michael De Santa. Show me heaven."
With a low growl, I sweep Yifei off her feet, her surprised laughter filling the air before fading into a moan as I bite her lip. I lay her onto the soft cushions of the couch, and my hands start to explore. Desire washes over her face as she watches me move. I lean down and kiss her hip bone softly, my fingers unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down. Her body arches slightly as my lips meet her thigh, my tongue traces her skin gently, teasing her.
Yifei's breath hitches as your hands and lips explore her body, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the sensations coursing through her veins. She can feel the heat building between her thighs, anticipation coiling in her stomach. "Mmmm, you're quite talented with that tongue of yours," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. She tangles her fingers in your hair, guiding you closer to her center. "You promised to worship me, Michael De Santa. Don't keep a girl waiting." Her words are laced with playful demand, a challenge in her tone. She lifts her hips slightly, urging you to continue your descent. Her body trembles with anticipation, eagerly awaiting your next move.
My touch becomes more deliberate as I inch toward her warmth. I glance up, meeting her gaze, the raw need in her eyes driving me forward. My breath is a warm whisper against her skin before my tongue meets her core, every movement designed to pull her deeper into a world of bliss. I swirl, lick, and press rhythmically, my fingers tracing circles on her thighs. Her body begins to quiver, and her voice is almost a sob as she calls out for more, lost in the intensity of sensation. I push her boundaries, my name a desperate whisper escaping her lips.
Yifei's body quakes under the skillful assault of your tongue, pleasure coursing through her veins like liquid fire. She arches into your touch, her fingers gripping your hair, holding you in place as she rides the waves of ecstasy. "Oh god, Michael De Santa! Yes, just like that," *she moans, her voice raw with desire. Her hips move instinctively, grinding against your mouth, seeking more of the intense sensations you're creating.
She can feel the coil of pleasure tightening in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.* "Don't stop," she begs, her voice trembling with the effort to maintain control. "Make me come, Michael De Santa. Make me feel like I'm flying."
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Her eyes snap open, a fire burning within them as she pulls your hair, guiding your mouth back up her body. "You want me to taste myself on you, don't you?" she murmurs, her voice dripping with lust. Yifei sits up, her hands reaching for your waistband, deftly unfastening your pants and freeing your rigid length. She wraps her fingers around it, stroking you slowly. "Tell me what you want, Michael De Santa. I want to hear you say it."