Yang Haoran thrust fiercely, a fine layer of sweat gradually beading on his skin. Gasping for breath, she continued to pump her hips as if possessing boundless energy, fucking Xiao Shaowan until she was drenched in fragrant sweat. The sound ofζ₯δΏηεζ―ε£°, mingled with wanton moans, filled the air as they sweat profusely.
The swaying scrotum beneath his hips slapped against Yaoyao’s face until her cheeks turned red.
Yang Mengyao’s face was covered with the splattered fluids from their copulation, most of which were the honeyed juices flowing from Xiao Shaowan’s pussy. They clung to Yang Mengyao’s eyelashes, forehead, delicate nose, and cheeks, her lips gleaming with a moist, translucent sheen.
“Ah!ο½~ Nnha~~ Daddy~~ Stop fucking~~ Ah ah~~ Daughter’s asshole is going to tear~~ Nnha~~ Please~~ Master~~ Daddy~~ Ha~~ Just cum~~ Daughter can’t take it anymore~~ Ah ah~~”
Xiao Shaowan’s face, flushed with the heat of passion, was glistening with fine beads of sweat. Gasping and moaning, her throat hoarse from being fucked, she let out desperate pleas.
She truly couldn’t endure it any longer. Her asshole had been relentlessly pounded for half an hour. Every movement Yang Haoran made now sent a burning pain through her. If she hadn’t been pushed to her limit, Xiao Shaowan really wouldn’t have wanted to ruin his fun.
This was already the third time Xiao Shaowan had begged for mercy. Yang Haoran thought she had probably reached her limit. If he continued, he feared Xiao Shaowan would truly pass out with her eyes rolling back.
“Smack!”
Yang Haoran, his body showing signs of fatigue, slapped Xiao Shaowan’s crimson buttock and commanded, “Call me Daddy.”
“Ah ah!~~ Daddy~~ Daddy~~ Daddy~~” Feeling the cock inside her begin to thrust frantically, Xiao Shaowan gritted her teeth against the pain andε°½εε¨ε: “Nn ah~~ Daddy~~ Daughter is fucked into submission by you~~ Nn ah ah~~ Daughter is Daddy’s little dog~~ Nnha~~ Please have mercy on daughter, ha ya~~ Ah ah ah!!!”
As Xiao Shaowan threw her head back and let out a wordless cry, Yang Haoran, gasping heavily, slammed forcefully against her buttocks, their bodies fitting together as tightly as interlocking gears. His spasming cock began to shoot thick jets of cum, reaching deep into Xiao Shaowan’s rectum.
A look of pleasure spread across Yang Haoran’s face. After pulling out his semi-soft cock, the once pink and delicate anal rose of Xiao Shaowan now gaped with a deep, clitoris-sized hole. It twitched faintly, as if trying to close, but a stream of white fluid trickled out from within the small opening, emitting a lewd, pungent, fishy odor.
Yang Mengyao, who had just risen from between their legs, wiped the fluids from her face and witnessed the spectacular scene at herιΊθε°ε©’s bottom. The tender anal rose was noticeably swollen and reddened around it. Like a small mouth, it sucked and moved, attempting to heal, yet remained unable to close fully, revealing a dark, small hole. The pink, fleshy walls of the rectum could faintly be seenθ ε¨ inside. She looked worriedly at the satisfied Yang Haoran.
“Brother, is Shaowan going to be okay like this?”
Hearing the concern in Yaoyao’s voice, Yang Haoran grinned and patted her head. “She’ll be fine. She just needs to rest for a couple of days. Later, we’ll take her back and buy some ointment. You can apply it for her.”
“I’m a little scared…”
“What are you afraid of… Wandu (Slave Wan) was a first-timer. Brother played with her a bit too roughly. When Brother took your virginity, didn’t I only play for a little while?”
Yang Haoran could see the fear in the young girl’s heart and hurriedly comforted her.
It was true, as he said. When he took Yaoyao’s virginity, he had only fucked her for seven or eight minutes, worried that she wouldn’t be able to withstand the assault. He had used most of his energy on his “daughter,” Xiao Shaowan.
After all, one was his biological sister, and the other was his sex slave “daughter.” Which one was more important?
Yang Haoran naturally knew his limits. Moreover, since it was Yaoyao’s first time, he wasn’t in a hurry to torture her for fun.
Yang Mengyao thought about the duration her brother had played with her compared to that with herιΊθε°ε©, and felt slightly relieved. She also felt a bit guilty for not letting her brotherε°½ε ΄, but thankfully, herιΊθ had helped share theη«ε.
Yang MengyaoδΈ»ε¨ι ε¨δΊε₯ε₯ζι, letting him play with her large breasts for amusement. The siblings chatted affectionately, while Xiao Shaowan lay on her side next to them like a limp rag, her buttocks in the air, resting with her eyes closed.
After resting for a few minutes and recovering slightly, Xiao Shaowan crawled to Yang Haoran’s side. Yang Haoren slightly extended his hand, and she leaned against his shoulder.
Yaoyao was on the left, her face pure and innocent, with a childlike appearance and huge breasts. Xiao Shaowan was on the right, beautiful with a cold, elegantζ°θ΄¨. Yang Haoran held them both, left and right, feeling extremely pleased for a moment.
He felt like something was missing.
Suddenly remembering, he instructed Yaoyao to fetch the cigarette pack from the pants she had taken off earlier. She took one out and placed it between his lips. Xiao Shaowan gave Yaoyao a look, and Yaoyao, understanding, handed the lighter to herιΊθ.
Xiao Shaowan took it, lit Yang Haoran’s cigarette for him, then leaned back against his shoulder, stroking his firm chest. Despite having been thoroughly tormented just moments before, she now felt a sense of peace in her heart.
It was as if thisειΎδΊΊ’s shoulder gave her something to rely on, bringing tranquility to her heart and mind.
Even though Yang Haoran had unusual sexual preferences and enjoyedθεΎ women, he had shown Xiao Shaowan kindness by saving her mother. In the days that followed, Xiao Shaowan discovered his shining qualities. He was flirtatious, had a rogue-like personality, was thick-skinned, had poor academicζη»©… there were no shining qualities.
That was Xiao Shaowan’s previous opinion. However, she had seen Yang Haoran’s one and only shining quality, radiant and brilliant: he was sufficiently responsible towards his women and never treated them poorly. Even with hisζΆε£ personality, he still had a good side. And also… he was quite handsome!
A slight smile touched Xiao Shaowan’s lips, her smiling eyes curving. She had never actually asked for too much. All she wanted was for him to give her a home, and she believed he could do it.
“Master, can I break up with him?”
Suddenly, as Yang Haoran exhaled smoke, feeling content, Xiao Shaowan’s soft voice seeking permission sounded in his ear.
Him? Yang Haoran thought, and the image of Xu Liang surfaced in his mind. Slightly puzzled, he asked, “Why are you thinking about breaking up? Isn’t it fine now? Just don’t let him touch you.”
A complex look flashed in Xiao Shaowan’s beautiful eyes. Leaning against his shoulder, she gently stroked his chest and said quietly, “Xu Liang is a good person. He genuinely likes me, I know that. But I don’t have those kinds of feelings for him, and I don’t want to hurt him either. Daughter only wants to stay by Daddy’s side, okay?”
Feeling the slight coolness of her soft hand moving across his chest, Yang Haoran took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled a wisp of smoke. Before he could speak, Yaoyao chimed in from the side, supporting herιΊθ:
“Brother, just let Shaowan break up with her boyfriend. Yaoyao and Xiaowan will serve you. We’ll both be your pets. Whatever you want us to do, we’ll do it. We’ll both listen to you.”
“You little girl… still thinking of putting in a good word for Wandu.”
Yang Haoran tapped Yaoyao’s delicate nose with his finger and said with a laugh, “When Wandu was training you, she didn’t hold back. There were plenty of times in the videos where you were tortured to tears, and Wandu didn’t show the slightest concern.”
Xiao Shaowan’s face instantly flushed bright red. She didn’t dare meet Yaoyao’s gaze. It was true she hadn’t held back, but wasn’t that because of someone’s demand?