The small, delicate, and crimson nipple at the center of Shen Qingβs pink areola had long since become engorged and swollen under the caresses of the two bunny girls. It stood proudly between two towering, perfectly rounded peaks of her breasts. Yet, due to her ownerβs prone position, it resembled an inverted pink grape, glistening and ripe, swaying incessantly as if in a gentle breeze under the kneading and rubbing of external forces.
Suddenly, two pale fingers pinched this pink grape. A flicker of envy passed through the bunny girlβs eyes. Even though Sister Shen was older than them, her nipple remained as tender and enticing as a young girlβs. She gently ground and rolled the nipple between her fingers, her mind flashing to the new ownerβs order for them to abuse Sister Shenβs breasts. She couldnβt help but feel hesitant and apprehensive.
She feared Sister Shen would blame her afterward, but she was also afraid of disobeying the new ownerβs commands and facing his wrath later. She looked up at her sister across from her.
Perhaps because they were kindred spirits, or perhaps because they faced the same dilemma, the bunny girl opposite happened to look at her at that moment. Their eyes met, each understanding the otherβs thoughts, each hoping the other would make the first move.
For a moment, the two bunny girlsι»ε₯ε°δ½δΈδΊε€΄ι»ε₯ε°δ½δΈδΊε€΄ (tacitly lowered their heads). The stalemate remained unbroken, as neither wanted to be the one to take the lead.
Yang Haoran violently plowed Shen Yiβs lewd and mature body, feeling utterly exhilarated. The wondrous sensation was like floating among clouds, a continuous stream of pleasure radiating from his lower body, as if he had ascended to paradise.
Shen Yiβs drenched, tight meat hole, subjected to the fierce thrusts of his large cock, emitted wet, slapping sounds. Her juices splattered everywhere, her labia fluttered, and the pink inner walls of her cavity rolled back and forth with each movement. It was like a fierce dragon recklessly stirring up storms in the vast ocean, soaring freely within its own domain.
The tender flesh around her honeyed entrance layered upon itself, like thousands of ants swarming to envelop the thick, menacing cock. It was also akin to countless thirsty little mouths eagerly welcoming their masterβs visitβlike affectionate greetings kissing every inch of the large shaft, or like lowly maidservants dutifully serving their master.
βMmm~~ Ahah~~ Master~~ Mmmph~~ This slave is so happy~~ Hehe~~β
Under Yang Haoranβs savage fucking, Shen Qingβs delicate body flushed a deep crimson, swaying uncontrollably. Her beautiful face was filled with lust, her eyes dazed and clouded as she let out wanton, seductive moans.
Tang Wenqian noticed that the licking between her legs from Sister Shen had stopped. Hearing Sister Shenβs lewd cries of pleasure, Tang Wenqian, who had never experienced sex herself, felt her face grow hot. She couldnβt help but wonder: was sex between a woman and a man really that pleasurable?
Her thoughts drifting aimlessly, her slender, pale hands instinctively tidied Sister Shenβs disheveled, swaying black tresses. She brushed the hair from Sister Shenβs forehead behind her ears, only for it to fall loose again as the young man before her continued to pound relentlessly into Sister Shen.
Sister Shenβs gorgeous, moving face was flushed with arousal, her eyes misty and distant. In Tang Wenqianβs eyes, Sister Shen resembled a beautiful female beast who had fallen into an abyss of desire, ridden and driven by the boy before her, emitting cries of distress that were nonetheless filled with pleasureβas if she willingly allowed herself to be mounted and used like a breeding animal by the youth behind her.
In Tang Wenqianβs eyes, Sister Shen was clearly an elegant, charming, and captivating noblewoman, possessing a graceful demeanor and countless charms. Given her beauty, Tang Wenqian believed that Sister Shen must have been pursued fervently by many successful men. Had Sister Shen been willing to marry, those men would likely have enshrined and served her like an ancestor, perhaps even finding sweetness in such devotion.
She simply couldnβt understand why Sister Shen had taken a liking to the boy before her. He looked like just a young boyβ16 years old, just starting his first year of high school. Aside from being handsome, he lacked the wit and humor of those successful men, and his speech was rather crude. He even treated Sister Shen like a sex slave or a lowly bitch.
She pondered this endlessly, but then suddenly recalled Sister Shenβs words: she wanted to be a dog; it was her own desire, her own choice. And herself? Here she was, in this situation, without any autonomy. She couldnβt help but feel a wave of sorrow.
Her current predicament was like that of women in ancient times forced into prostitution. Except those women might have had to serve many clients, while she only had to serve the boy before her. Put another way, she had become this boyβs exclusive plaything.
She didnβt know how much time had passed when Sister Shen suddenly threw her head back and let out a particularly lewd moan. The boyβs face flushed, his body trembled, and then Sister Shen, as if all strength had left her, collapsed limply onto the coffee table.
Noticing the boyβs gaze turn toward her, Tang Wenqianβs feminine defensive instincts made her subconsciously close her legs, wanting to avoid his eyes falling upon her private parts. Even though she was technically older and should have been the big sister, she couldnβt stop her cheeks from flushing with shame.
Previously, Sister Shenβs head had blocked the view, so she knew the boy couldnβt see her privates. But now, with Sister Shen collapsed on the floor, her spread legs meant her intimate area was exposed to the boyβs line of sight.
Yang Haoran noticed Tang Wenqianβs attempt to cover herself. He had only caught a glimpse of the valleyβs sceneryβpink, and hairless, looking very moist.
He chuckled and asked her, βSister Wenqian, didnβt you have a boyfriend in college?β
To build rapport, he added βsisterβ to his address, making it sound like a casual chat between a boy and an older neighbor girl.
Currently in his post-orgasmic refractory period, he wasnβt feeling overly urgent with his desires.
βM-Masterβ¦β Tang Wenqianβs face wasηΎηΊ’ (flushed with shame). She lowered her head, not daring to meet the boyβs gaze, and stammered out a reply: βYes.β
Logically, her age should have given her a presence that overpowered the boyβs. But the embarrassing situation she was in now transformed the cold rejections she used to give suitors on campus into pure feminine shame and shyness.
βOh!β Yang Haoranβs curiosity was piqued. βThen how are you still a virgin? Was your boyfriend incapable in that area?β
He believed that if he were her boyfriend, he would have long since devoured such a beautiful girl. He was surprised to find that Tang Wenqian was still a virgin.
βNo, itβs not that. We were childhood sweetheartsβ¦β Tang Wenqian pursed her lips and softly began to explain.
After hearing Tang Wenqianβs story, Yang Haoran felt a bit of pity for her boyfriend.
But then, thinking that this beauty before him would belong to him from now on, the thrilling sensation of seizing another manβs beloved made him feelβ¦ exhilarated!
A smile spread across his face. βSister Wenqian, I feel sorry for what you went through,β he said. βBut from now on, you are my woman. Understand?β
Hearing this, Tang Wenqian felt a sharp pain in her heart. She forced a smile and, under the boyβs gaze, softly replied, βMmm.β
βSpread your legs.β
Yang Haoran walked over to her and commanded.
Tang Wenqian didnβt dare disobey. Silently, she spread her legs apart, exposing her womanly private parts to the eyes of this unfamiliar boy.
Her delicate pink slit resembled a small steamed bun, glistening and enticing, slightly moist with a lewd sheen. It was completely smooth and hairless, making the tender pussy before him appear even more pure and untouched.
A mischievous smile floated onto Yang Haoranβs face. He then extended an index finger downward and inserted a segment of it into that moist, tender cunt.
βMmm~.β
Tang Wenqian felt the boyβs finger enter her private area. She let out a soft moan, her face flushing.
Yang Haoran stopped after inserting just a segment of his finger. He could clearly feel the soft, warm thickness of Tang Wenqianβs honey potβs inner walls, and the wet, slippery folds tightly pressing against and wrapping around his finger. That tightness unmistakably indicated untouched, fertile ground.