Shen Yu watched her ravenous consumption for a few more moments before his large hand clamped firmly into Lixue's hair.
With an unyielding grip, he pulled her head back, breaking the suction with a loud, wet pop. A thick strand of saliva and mixed fluids stretched from his glistening tip to her flushed lips.
"That is enough tasting," Shen Yu murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register. "It is time for your proper lesson."
Before she could even protest, he caught her by the waist and flipped her over effortlessly, forcing her down onto her hands and knees right beside her trembling mother.
Lixue's perky ass was thrust high into the air, presenting her soaking wet, trembling core directly to his view.
Because Yilan had officially taken her place as his submissive wife within the estate, the underlying dynamic had shifted into something far more wicked.
