Yang Haoran couldn’t figure out the woman’s psychology. Undoubtedly, this scene was an immense stimulation to him. Aroused and excited, he slapped Shen Yi’s fleshy buttock, instantly sending a tantalizing wave of jiggling flesh across her plump rear. The voluptuous buttocks swayed and shook slightly towards him, flirting seductively as if greeting him.
So damn slutty!
Yang Haoran cursed inwardly. Burning with unbearable desire, he thrust into Tang Wenqian’s tender pussy to vent his lust, while simultaneously having to put down Tang Wenqian’s legs, which were resting on his shoulders, to free his hands. He reached between Shen Yi’s thighs, grabbed the handle of the crystal anal plug, and began wielding it as effortlessly as his own arm, thrusting it in and out of Shen Yi’s rosebud.
This crystal anal plug was identical in length, size, and shape to his own cock. Shen Yi had had it custom-made for him based on the exact shape of his member. Though made of common transparent silicone, its texture was exceptionally smooth and warm to the touch.
Earlier in the room, because Shen Yi’s back passage was too tight, they had to use copious amounts of lubricant to get it inserted, which had taken considerable effort.
“Mmmph~” Shen Qing, caught off guard, nearly bit Tang Wenqian’s tongue. She let out a lustful moan as she felt the anal plug being thrust repeatedly in and out of her anal hole, playing with it. An unusual pleasure surged through her entire body.
Her face flushed crimson, Shen Qing glanced back over her shoulder and met Yang Haoran’s cheeky, grinning face. She gave him an alluring, coquettish glare, then turned her head back as if nothing had happened and took Tang Wenqian’s pink nipple into her mouth, licking and suckling.
Tang Wenqian, seeing Sister Shen lying on top of her, licking her nipple, with Sister Shen’s trembling, enormous breasts pressing against and rubbing the side of her abdomenβoccasionally squeezing out a lewd, cheesy layer of fleshβwas being played with from both above and below. She was quickly reduced to a numb, boneless state, melting into a puddle. All that remained was the sound of Yang Haoran’s thrusts pounding against her crotch and her own uncontrollable, delicate pants and moans.
“Smack… smack… smack…”
The crisp, loud, decadent sounds, accompanied by the moans of the two girls, painted a scene of debauchery as the intense battle raged on.
Afterζη»δΊεε€ειη continuous pounding, Yang Haoran suddenly pulled his meat rod almost all the way out, then thrust his hips forward, driving deep into Tang Wenqian’s tender pussy, pressing against her soft core. His thick, scorching-hot meat rod shuddered several times before dense semen shot forth, ejaculating deep into Tang Wenqian’s virgin pussy, polluting and claiming her pure, maidenly depths, marking the end of her innocence.
“Uh… uh…”
Scalded by Yang Haoran’s burning semen, every inch of Tang Wenqian’s skin instantly flushed a feverish pink. Her upper body arched violently like a winnowing basket, trembling intensely. Her pair of long, white-silk-clad legs tightly clamped around Yang Haoran’s waist. Her head thrashed wildly, even her ankles stretched taut, and her white-silk-wrapped toes curled upwards. After a full-bodyηζ, she went limp, powerless, collapsing onto the bed.
When Yang Haoran pulled out his thrusting root, a stream of lewd fluid trickled out of Tang Wenqian’s tender pussy like a small brook. He looked down at her pink, delicate pussy: the two petal-like labia splayed messily to either side, a complete wreck. Inside, the moist, muddy pink little hole could be seen slightly opening and closing, slowly oozing lewd fluids and overflowing thick, white liquidβan extremely lewd sight.
Clearly, she was a picture ofδΈε ͺεΎδΌ, unable to withstand the assault.
Shen Qing suggested Yang Haoran rest for a while. Contrary to his expectations, she didn’t immediately cling to him. Yang Haoran was also content to lie there, embracing two beautiful women on Shen Yi’s soft large bed, enjoying a temporary period of post-coital tranquility.
Holding his beautiful wife and charming concubine, he was so content he forgot all else.
They lay quietly for seven or eight minutes. During this time, Shen Qing poured him a glass of water. After Yang Haoran gulped it down, he suddenly felt his whole body grow hot. The cool liquid sliding down his throat seemed to transform into a massive warm current, splitting and rushing throughout his body, especially to the large meat rod between his legs, which rapidly engorged with blood, standing tall and proud, a lone pillar reaching for the sky.
His erect cock was astonishingly large. The glossy, dark meat rod was only slightly lighter in color than a black man’s, its thick shaft comparable to an infant’s arm. The egg-sized glans stood proudly at the tip, with bulging veins like marble reliefs carved along the shaft, appearing powerful, rugged, and fierce.
Though it hadn’t grown thicker or longer, Yang Haoran could clearly feel the hardness of his penis had increased a notch, becoming as hard as an iron rod, swollen and burning.
This strange sensation quickly made Yang Haoran think of the mysterious potion. Upon inquiring, Shen Yi confirmed that this was indeed the potion he wanted. Taking it would not only slightly and gradually increase the hardness and stamina of a man’s penis but also provide additional body-strengthening effects.
Yang Haoran’s eyes lit up. Shen Qing, smiling, explained to him that it wasn’t as exaggerated as he might thinkβit wouldn’t enable him to take on ten men at once, but dealing with three to five average adults would be no problem for him now.
Yang Haoran felt these effects were already quite incredible, completely unaware that what Shen Qing had given him was only a mid-grade product in her world. In terms of singular effects, it was actually among the lowest tier.
This was something more likely to be imagined as black tech developed in a lab, rather than an incomprehensible mystical artifact.
After Shen Qing finished explaining, Yang Haoran’s lower body was so hard he could barely stand it. He patted Shen Yi’s buttock, signaling for her to get on all fours.
Shen Qing glanced at the thick, hard thrusting root at his crotch and said in a deliberately pitiful tone, “Little Haoran, Auntie is tired and wants to sleep.”
Yang Haoran was both amused and exasperated. “Auntie Shen, stop teasing me. I’m so hard I can’t take it anymore.”
“Really?” Shen Qing looked unbelieving. She reached out her fair, soft hand and gently grasped Yang Haoran’s burning, swollen member, stroking it a few times. Watching Little Haoran’s expression of pleasure, she said with a teasing smile, “It’s too big. Auntie is afraid she can’t take it. When are you going to have Ruoxi share the burden for Auntie?”
As she spoke, she gently stroked, making the foreskin around the glans roll up and down. Her tone was flirtatious, her actions provocative.
Auntie Shen’s mention of his mother made Yang Haoran’sθ¨θηζ¬²η« burn even brighter. Restraining himself, he said, “My mom just gave me a serious beating. Our relationship has only just eased. I want to coax her more for now. I temporarily don’t want to end up in the hospital again.”
“Giggle…” Yang Haoran’s honest,ζζ admission made Shen Qing laugh, her body shaking with mirth. With a seductively sweet and charming expression, she said, “Your lustful courage is really something. Auntie has never seen Ruoxi that furious before.”
Seeing Auntie Shen’s alluring, seductive demeanor, Yang Haoran pretended to be fierce and said, “Sooner or later, I’ll lock both Mom and you in a dog cage. If you misbehave, I’ll strip you naked, hang you up, and whip you.”
“Auntie is so scared~”
“Smack… you slutty bitch… now stick your ass up and get ready to be fucked.”
Yang Haoran, unbearably aroused by Auntie Shen’s teasing, tea-like words, fiercely slapped her buttock, making Shen Qing let out a delicate cry. Her pair of enchanting peach-blossom eyes sparkled like dazzling gemstones, yet also like a spring pool shimmering with captivating ripples.