A moment of clarity flickered in Sister Lanyan's hazy eyes as she saw her younger sister, Zhiran, in the exact same posture. A flash of embarrassment and shame crossed her face, only to be instantly swallowed up again by the overwhelming tide of lust. Luo Shaowen conjured two more jade pillars to take over the task of suspending Sister Zhiran's shapely legs—clad in sheer black stockings—in the air. Pressing against her back, he cupped one of her full, heavy breasts in his hand and kneaded it wantonly.
His other hand slid down to the juncture of her thighs to toy with her plump, fleshy mound; his middle and ring fingers slid smoothly between her creamy, delicate labia. As he thrust them in and out with varying rhythms, the tender, translucent pink flesh seemed to suck and cling to his thick fingers, glistening with wetness as they withdrew.
"Mmm... ah... ng..."
Sister Zhiran bit her lower lip hard, seemingly trying not to disturb Sister Lanyan, yet she couldn't suppress the soft, tingling moans that escaped her lips.
*Squelch, squelch...*
Fluids splashed within her tight passage, and her inner flesh flushed a deep, blood-red hue; yet, she struggled to steady her breathing, as if fighting to hold something back. Luo Shaowen's fondling grew increasingly intense; her shapely buttocks lifted and trembled uncontrollably—a clear sign she was on the verge of climax—but she stubbornly forced herself to endure. Luo Shaowen leaned down to her ear—now flushed a deep crimson—and said in a menacing tone, "Miss Zhao, you brilliant woman... even I was almost outsmarted by you."
"You surely understand the consequences of disobeying me now, don't you?"
A flicker of sorrow and bashfulness crossed Zhiran's glistening eyes, and her tense, lovely body suddenly went limp. Luo Shaowen nodded with satisfaction; he flicked out his tongue to lick her ear and commanded, "Be a good girl now—squeeze tight."
The beauty bowed her head in shy submission. The muscles across her fair, flat abdomen tightened and bulged slightly, while her snowy mound rose and fell as if alive; even the sparse, delicate tuft of pubic hair—fine as if painted by a brush—seemed to come to life, swaying atop the snowy hillock in a sight both wondrous and beautiful.
Below, the entrance to her intimate passage suddenly constricted, sucking rhythmically like a fish's mouth. Her beautiful, full labia majora clamped tightly around his fingers, flaring open with every thrust; the tender, pink inner flesh—translucent and coated in slick, erotic fluids—was drawn outward along with his fingers, clinging to them like a greedy little mouth that refused to let go.
Luo Shaowen quickened his thrusting pace until his movements became a blur. The erotic fluids coating his fingers churned into a milky, frothy emulsion, creating wet, squelching sounds, while flecks of white foam splattered outward as her labia fluttered.
"Mm-ah... ahhh...!"
Zhiran tilted her head back, the slender tendons of her swan-like neck standing out in relief, and let out a melodious, unrestrained moan that sounded almost like the weeping of a young girl. Amidst her intense moaning, her tender opening suddenly spasmed violently; the plump, peach-pink labia fluttered rapidly as if beyond all control, and a torrent of fluid gushed forth, spraying wildly in sync with the rhythmic thrusting of his fingers.
A striking trail of moisture soaked the floor—a sprawling, wanton mark that, combined with her cries of ecstasy, sent a tingling sensation through Li Dong, stirring a strange, bittersweet emotion within him.
Luo Shaowen withdrew his fingers from Zhao Zhiran's tender depths; they were coated in thick, creamy, white juices that clung between his fingers, stretching into long, silky strands as he pulled them apart.
He slid his fluid-slicked fingers into Sister Zhiran's small mouth, letting her lick them clean with her tongue, before setting her down. Spent from her climax, she lay limp on her hands and knees before him, legs parted; her full, rounded buttocks were slightly uptilted, and her swollen, flushed labia were still dripping, pooling into a small puddle on the floor.
With a wave of his hand, the ground rose to form a soft, cushioned seat; he sat down and aimed his thick, rigid cock directly at Zhiran's lovely face.
"Mmm... Nnngh~"
Sister Zhiran tilted her slender, snow-white neck upward, then dipped down, only to lift it again, bobbing her head in a deep, rhythmic motion to take him in and out of her mouth. Although the angle made it impossible to see everything clearly, one could faintly make out a thick, menacing black cock—glistening with saliva—bobbing in and out beside Sister Zhiran's cheek. Her lovely lips were stretched into a perfect circle, curling tightly around the shaft; each time she pulled back, the skin stretched taut from her snowy cheeks down to her neck, as if she were greedily refusing to let go.
Suddenly, he forcefully pressed down on her head, and the entire length of that massive cock plunged deep into her mouth—burying itself right to the hilt in a single, swift motion!
That thick, meaty shaft—so massive it looked suffocating just to behold—was now fully inside her; her pretty face was pressed almost flush against Luo Shaowen's crotch, and a long, distended bulge traced the line of her slender, snowy neck.
Yet, Sister Zhiran held that deep-throated position—thirty seconds, a full minute... She didn't just cling to the base; the muscles along her snowy neck twitched and spasmed rhythmically as she sucked, creating a relentless, powerful suction that seemed to draw the massive foreign object deeper and deeper inside.
It was a feat beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person; simply swallowing a cock of that girth would usually trigger uncontrollable gagging and near-suffocation. The intensity of the pleasure derived from that tight, convulsing suction was unimaginable. Luo Shaowen's face flushed crimson; both of them were utterly consumed by this fierce, primal clash of body and soul, with no attention left for anything else.
After a long while, Sister Zhiran was the first to reach her limit; she had held her breath as long as she possibly could—for no matter how skilled she was, she still required air to survive. "Mmm..."
A soft whimper escaped Zhiran's small, straight nose as her mouth suddenly pulled away from the large cock; with a *pop*—like a cork being drawn—the entire shaft, now glistening and slick with saliva, sprang free, trailing long, viscous strands of spit through the air.
Zhiran's face was flushed crimson, and she lowered her head, coughing softly; meanwhile, although Luo Shaowen's cock had been sucked to a deep, reddened hue, there was no sign of him ejaculating.
Luo Shaowen chuckled softly; gripping his saliva-coated cock, he gave Zhiran's lovely face a light pat.
"Stand up and lift your leg."