As for Zhou Yun, she was utterly stunned by the scene and the dialogue between the two, leaving her in a daze as she stared blankly at the debauchery unfolding before her.
The man, while thrusting into the young girl, held her body and moved toward a large rock. He then hoisted one of the girlβs legs onto the rock, continuing to pump into her as he twisted her upper body toward him and bent down to hungrily suck on the tender breasts atop her chest.
The girlβs eyes were narrowed to slits, and she moaned incoherently under his biting kisses. Her soft, snow-white body was being turned over and manipulated in every direction until Zhao Ran finally heard the girlβs tearful plea: “Yuanyuan is so tiredβ¦ let Yuanyuan lie down⦔
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ran immediately craned his neck, thinking that if she lay down, he might finally get a clear look at the girlβs face.
This time, the man did not make things difficult for the young girl. Perhaps because continuously fucking her while standing had also drained much of his energy, he scooped up her pale, delicate body and carried her to a long stone bench nearby. He laid her down flat on it, sat down himself, spread her slender legs apart, and with one forceful thrust, plunged deeply into her thoroughly soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt.
Zhao Ran saw clearly that the manβs penetration was deep and ruthless. The girlβs body trembled uncontrollably from the thrusting. Her frail and innocent appearance was utterly pitiable and lovable. Her delicate, enchanting face, glistening with tears, was contorted in painβan expression of helplessε§ε± (grievance) and resignation that only fueled the animalistic lust of the man atop her.
He pinned both her hands together, pressing them down against her lower abdomen. This forced her pale, tender arms into an inverted triangle shape, framing her pair of soft, exquisite jade-like breasts. With each of his thrusts and pulls, those tender breasts bounced and jiggled, sometimes even colliding with each otherβa truly vivid and indescribably erotic sight.
Her slender, jade-like legs were hooked over the crooks of the manβs arms, but under the storm-like impact of his pounding, they flailed uncontrollably in the air. Her delicate feet, shaped like tender bamboo shoots, scrambled aimlessly, painting a picture of utter vulnerability and helplessness.
Having heard the girlβs words earlier, Zhao Ran had been speculating about the relationship between the two. He soon got his answer when the man finally spoke: “You little slut, stop pretending in front of your cousin. Yesterday you were moaning so wildly for someone elseβwhatβs with all the crying and whining for me today? Could it be that Iβm not fucking you well enough?”
After saying this, the man pressed down on her slender wrists, which he had pinned tightly against her pale, soft stomach, and slammed into her with all his might. The girl let out a sharp cry and arched her back, her legs suddenly clamping tightly around the manβs lean waist. Her tight grip drew continuous growls from the man. “Yes, thatβs itβshow me your sluttiness! Thatβs my good little cousin!” Then, like a pile driver, he began pumping into her withη―η (frenzied) intensity.
Watching this, Zhao Ran felt his lust flare up violently. Even though he had just been with the doctor not long ago, his lower abdomen swelled with desire almost instantly.
As for Zhou Yun, although her mind recoiled at this forbidden act, her body was exceedingly honest. Her little garden below was diligently overflowing with nectar, nearly soaking through her clothes.