Ceasing his torment of her, Zhao Ran casually stripped off his clothes. His enormous dragon had already sprung up in an instant, awaiting the embrace of that deep, secluded grotto.
Wu Dan cooperated by spreading her jade-like legs, gently parting the delicate, pink petals, awaiting his entry.
Tenderly lifting the young maiden’s legs onto himself, Zhao Ran grasped his member and thrust inward in one smooth motion.
The massive shaft stretched Wu Dan to her limits, instantly alleviating the indescribable sliver of pain from the initial penetration. She couldn’t suppress a moan; her alluring flesh quivered with the sound, then began to frantically suckle on the massive root.
Zhao Ran held back, gently nudging a couple of times. He had initially intended to tease a while longer, but being clenched so tightly made him feel hot and unbearably itchy, forcing him to set to work with vigorous movements.
Both of them moaned uncontrollably from the motions.
Zhao Ran continued his movements without pause, driving his member even deeper. The lewd sound of slick fluids escaping from her passage mixing with their movements filled the air. He pulled the person in his arms into a fierce embrace, pressing their bodies tightly together.
Wu Danβs eyes were tightly shut, lost in passionate moans. Beneath them, she secretly increased her strength, wanting to squeeze out his essence, but instead only added to his pleasure.
Her efforts weren’t entirely in vain. After moving for about half an hour, Zhao Ran seized her small earlobe between his teeth and gave it a sharp bite. With a heavy thrust deep within her, his seed erupted forth.
Wu Dan breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Already somewhat fatigued, she made to get up, but the member still buried within her gradually began to harden again.
Zhao Ran hadn’t originally intended for another round, but seeing Wu Dan’s frantic attempts to break free greatly displeased him. Using his strength, he began to thrust fiercely again.
This time, he was even more forceful, causing Wu Dan to cry out loudly. “Ah~!”
Seeing this, a look of excitement flashed in Zhao Ran’s eyes. He redoubled his efforts to tease the person beneath him, his fingers kneading the pearl above her flower opening, stroking and rubbing incessantly until she convulsed, climaxing over and over again.
Their chests were pressed tightly together. Zhao Ran lightly kissed her cheeks and breasts.
Wu Danβs entire body was burning hot. Her mouth was claimed by his, her breasts were grasped and kneaded heavily, and his weight pressed down on her. Scared and in pain, she struggled, but her Daoist robes were complex and cumbersome; her limbs were entangled within the fabric, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t land a blow on him.
She cried muffled sobs against his mouth: “Let me go… Cousin… I can’t move… Mmm, ah…”
Zhao Ran was most understanding. With a sweep of his large hand, he ripped the clothes from her body.
“Alright,” he said, releasing her slightly. He admired her lips, reddened and glistening from his kisses, gave them a light peck, and told her pleasantly, “Now you can move.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Wu Dan lightly punched him. Do men just stop caring about anything once theyβre consumed by lust?
But her punch landed on Zhao Ran’s chest without even eliciting a grunt from him. Instead, he grabbed and tore open her lapel.
Zhao Ran easily parted her bare legs and sank into her. Wu Dan instinctively clenched her thighs, but only managed to grip his lean, muscular waist, the tender flesh of her inner thighs rubbing against him.
Looking down at the disheveled bed, the young maiden’s clothes were nearly all torn off by him. Her body,ζ΄η½ε¦η (pure white like jade), was tender and completely bare. Only the open blue cardigan remained draped on her arms, its front ripped wide open by him. Her perfectly handful-sized breasts and willowy, slender waist twisted against the blue fabric, a stark, pale white that ignited a fire in Zhao Ran’s eyes.
His hand roamed up again, grasping one breast to knead it heavily. The other he lowered his head to take into his mouth. The crying woman shuddered, squirming uncomfortably in struggle. Her small hands pushed at the head buried in her chest, her fingers tangling in his thick, black hair. She pushed a few times, but her strength gradually faded…