Just as he was about to reach his limit, Long Yue suddenly stopped and pushed him down onto the soft cushion on the ground.
Before he could react she was already straddling his waist.
Her full, plump buttocks pressed tight against his erect penis and rubbed back and forth through the mysteriously elastic black silk dress.
Her large, round buttocks rippled with her movement.
She looked down at him.
Her long black hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall and half hid her full breasts.
Through the sheer, clinging black silk robe he could clearly see the outline of her snow-white breasts and the faintly visible dark red areolas, and her two erect nipples.
Her skin glowed like pearls through the black silk in the dim cave light, as smooth and delicate as jade, seeming fragile enough to break at a touch.
Her waist was incredibly slender and stood in sharp contrast to her full, high breasts and pert, rounded buttocks, drawing a breathtaking, alluring curve.
She leaned down.
Her firm breasts hovered in front of his face, almost touching his lips.
Her fragrance grew stronger, mixed with a strange floral scent that made him drunk.
Looking down at him, she parted her red lips a little.
Her voice was sweeter than honey.
“Close your eyes.
Concentrate.
Feel the flow of energy in your body.”
He closed his eyes.
He felt the green light inside him form a complete cycle, flowing from his lower body to the top of his head and back down his spine, over and over, each cycle stronger and faster than the last.
Her delicate body undulated against him.
Her ample breasts swayed with each movement and made alluring waves of milk.
Her full, jade-like buttocks pressed tight against his erect penis.
Through the magical black silk garment the outline of her pink vulva was fully raised beneath.
Her thick, moist labia showed barely.
Her nectar had already soaked through the thin silk.
The wet, sticky feeling came through the fabric, carrying a lewd heat.
With each back-and-forth movement her slippery labia pressed tight against his penis through the silk.
The tender petals opened and closed a little with the friction.
Her delicate clitoris was squeezed by the silk.
Her mons pubis was full and high.
The moist cleft showed clearly under the silk.
Each friction made her nectar overflow and soak his penis.
The warm, wet feeling was like an electric current running through his nerves.
The silk garment tightened again at her private parts from the intense friction and made a barely audible tearing sound, then silently returned to its old state as if it had never been damaged.
He felt his lust was about to explode.
His head spun.
His hard penis swelled even more under her grinding, so hot it was almost about to burst.
The friction through that mysterious black silk brought endless pleasure, as if it might break through that thin veil at any moment and drive deep into her tight, slippery passage.
“Remember this feeling.
Remember the path of the energy flow.” Her voice already had a clear pant.
Her movements grew faster and faster.
The friction grew more intense.
Each time his glans rubbed deep against her wet, hot vulva.
Her thick labia, under the black stockings, wrapped his erection tight.
Slippery nectar overflowed and made a soft squelching sound.
Her delicate body heaved faster.
Her plump buttocks trembled with the friction.
Waves of flesh surged.
By now Long Yue had completely shed the coldness she showed at their first meeting.
Her cheeks were flushed.
Her bright red lips parted a little and let out soft breaths.
Her beautiful eyes were half-closed.
Her long eyelashes trembled a little and showed an allure that could not be named.
Her snow-white skin, set against the black silk dress, also held a faint pink, especially her two snow-white breasts, which were tinged with an alluring crimson, incredibly sensual.
Her movements grew faster and more intense.
The friction of her hips grew more forceful.
Her moist, hot private parts pressed closer and closer to his penis.
The grinding grew more daring.
Her slippery, honeyed lips pressed against his tip beneath the black silk.
Her opening contracted as if sucking, teasing him to the brink of ecstasy.
Death and lust raged together, separated only by a thin layer of black silk, as if he could pierce through at any moment.
Just as the energy reached its peak, she suddenly stopped, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, “From now on, every time you circulate your energy, you must guide it to flow along this path.
Next I will help you guide this energy and open all the meridians in your body.”
With that she sat up straight and set both hands on his temples at the same time.
Her fingertips gave off a green glow.
A surge of powerful energy flowed from her fingertips into his mind, merged with the energy gathered in his body, and formed an even stronger stream of green light.
This energy, like a raging torrent, washed over every inch of his meridians, cleared blocked acupoints, and woke dormant potential wherever it passed.
At the same time her lush lips pressed fiercely against his again.
Their tongues wound together deep, as if she were trying to draw out his soul.
Her high, full breasts pressed against his chest.
Through the close-fitting black silk dress he could feel the two firm nipples against his chest, hot and hard, making his blood boil.
Her delicate body was pressed tight against his, skin to skin.
Every inch of contact brought endless pleasure and heat.
He felt an unprecedented surge of heat race through his whole body at once.
Every cell was activated.
A strange power flowed through his limbs and bones, powerful and exhilarating.
He felt his penis had swollen to its limit, hard as an iron rod, hot as a branding iron, about to explode.
At this critical moment she suddenly increased the speed of her hip rubbing, thrusting back and forth.
Her wet, hot private parts rubbed tight against his hard penis through the thin, yet incredibly tough black silk.
Her pink and tender vulva under the black silk was full and bulging.
Her thick, moist labia and slippery slits squeezed the tip of his penis again and again with her movement.
Her delicate flower bud was caressed by the silk.
The overflowing honey soaked through the thin silk and made a soft gurgling sound.
The energy in her hands surged even more powerfully into his body.
Her lush lips left his mouth and kissed his Adam’s apple instead, gently sucking and licking it with her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
Her movements grew faster and more intense.
The friction of her hips grew more forceful.
Each thrust made his penis even harder and hotter.
“Relax.
Let things flow naturally, and let the energy flow freely.” She whispered in his ear.
Her voice was like an aphrodisiac, carrying a soul-stirring, seductive allure that made the heart flutter.
He could no longer suppress the surging desire inside him.
Under her intense rubbing, her slippery labia pressed hard against the tip of his penis through the fabric.
The thick, moist lips and the wet, sticky opening brought a deadly pleasure.
His penis trembled violently.
That taut, erect penis could not stand this intoxicating teasing any longer.
A stream of hot semen erupted like a volcano and shot with force onto his trousers.
The hot, wet liquid quickly soaked through the cloth.
Some of it turned sticky and stained the outside of her black silk dress, mingling with her overflowing juices, forming a sticky, lewd stain on the mysterious black silk surface.
At the same time the green energy in his body reached its peak, like a flood breaking a dam, and broke through the last obstacle.
A stream of blazing light surged from his lower body to the top of his head, then returned along his spine, cycling without end.
At that moment Long Yue also let out a soul-stirring moan.
Her delicate body trembled a little.
Her beautiful eyes were shut tight.
Her lush lips parted slightly and showed a seductive look of being drunk on ultimate pleasure.
Her fingertips still glowed with green light, still sending energy into his body, merging with his own.
As the last surge of energy subsided, she slowly opened her eyes.
Her icy expression returned to calm, as if the fiery passion of a moment ago had been only an illusion.
She rose with grace, left his body, and straightened her tattered clothes.
Her cold, beautiful face showed no feeling.
Only her slightly flushed cheeks and slightly messy hair hinted at the intense passion that had just taken place.