Luo Shaowen withdrew his massive shaft; despite the intensity of his ejaculation, it had barely shrunk in size.
Sister Lan Yan's head tilted back, her long, dark tresses cascading behind her and swaying gently with her ragged breathing; her firm, full breasts heaved violently, and her entire body glistened with a sheen of sweat.
Her toes curled tightly, while a stream of thick semen gushed from between her thighs, dripping continuously onto the floor.
Luo Shaowen, his large cock still slick with white fluid, walked to the center of the room; with a wave of his hand, the ground rose rapidly to form a wide, rectangular bed.
He lay down upon it, then manipulated the white jade pillar to gently place both Sister Lan Yan and Sister Zhiran onto the bed. Both women had their full, rounded buttocks raised high. Sister Lan Yan's were firm and plump; the tension of her muscles made the sides of her hips bulge prominently, creating a curve like a bright moon and a sharply defined boundary at her waist that formed an inverted "V" shape.
Sister Zhi Ran's buttocks, meanwhile, were softer and more yielding; the flesh felt as springy as cotton and resembled a perfectly ripe peach.
They shared one thing in common: their honeyed slits were clenching a load of thick semen that kept dripping out.
A massive cock stood erect before them; the slick white fluid and glistening moisture coating it seemed to symbolize a magnificent feat of conquest—having fucked these two powerful, brilliant women until they were limp and melting with pleasure...
The title of "Warrior Queen" might as well be handed over to this cock.
Two lovely heads leaned in toward the thick, rigid shaft. A pair of red lips enveloped the massive glans first, slurping and sucking vigorously. Feeling a powerful pull, Luo Shaowen looked up to see those firm, round buttocks raised high behind that pretty face; simultaneously, he felt suction on his scrotum, where Zhao Zhi Ran had turned her head to take one of the large testicles into her mouth, sucking on it delicately.
As for Tang Lan Yan, she began bobbing the cock in and out of her mouth. Her face—usually a blend of beauty and a unique, heroic air—now looked incredibly lewd and wanton; her lips were stretched wide around the shaft, forming a thick, lush, and tender red ring, while her cheeks and mouth elongated slightly. The stark contrast between her usual demeanor and this act provided a sense of satisfaction so intense it was deeply gratifying on a purely mental level. Not to mention, although she lacked some of Zhao Zhiran's technical finesse, her vacuum-like suction was even more powerful; her red lips traveled all the way down, nearly grazing the skin of his lower abdomen before pulling back, bobbing up and down in a rhythmic, voracious motion.
*Slurp... smacking sounds...*
Luo Shaowen let out a low moan; Sister Lan Yan's cheeks hollowed inward sharply, and her lovely red lips pursed tightly around the large cock, creating a seal so perfect that not a sliver of space remained between them.
Li Dong didn't know exactly what Luo Shaowen was feeling, but he himself felt a profound mental jolt—an impact far greater than anything he'd experienced even when watching Sister Lan Yan getting fucked. Seeing her suctioning that massive cock with an octopus-like grip made her seem like a completely different person from the Sister Lan Yan he knew.
Yet, for some reason, the throbbing hardness in his groin became almost painfully intense, while waves of undulating suction sensations washed over him.
Perhaps having witnessed the scene nearby, Shen Weiwei also switched to that powerful "octopus-mouth" suction technique. Li Dong felt a mounting, electrifying tingle; the tip of his cock felt both exquisitely sensitive and ticklish, while the shaft was gripped in a vice-like embrace. The next moment, an overwhelming urge to release took over; he threw his head back, the image of Sister Lan Yan sucking his cock still burned into his vision, and he felt himself ejaculating more profusely than ever before.
Shen Weiwei, however, swallowed it all with effortless ease. While Li Dong had already finished, the action over at Luo Shaowen's end was far from over; Sister Lan Yan continued her rhythmic bobbing and sucking, leaving rings of red hickeys along the base and mid-section of the cock, yet Luo Shaowen still hadn't climaxed. "Slurp..."
Sister Lan Yan's mouth slid off the large, glistening glans, and the very next moment, Sister Zhi Ran moved in to take her place. Tilting her head slightly, she enveloped the wet, shiny head with her soft, pink, diamond-shaped lips; as she lowered her head, the corners of her mouth stretched until the skin turned translucent, and her lips flared outward, allowing her to smoothly swallow the shaft all the way to the base.
After dozens of strokes, the shaft bore faint, lighter-colored red rings left by Sister Lan Yan's suction. Finally, she too released the slippery glans, and two slender, trembling pink tongues—almost identical in appearance, making it impossible to distinguish between Sister Lan Yan and Sister Zhi Ran—reached out from either side.
The two red tongues darted like feeding fish, vying to lick the glans and shaft; occasionally, they brushed against each other, drawing out sticky strands of saliva, before taking turns enveloping and sucking the glans.
Luo Shaowen finally reached his limit; his massive cock began to swell and quiver violently. The shaft visibly bulged, and the blue veins seemed ready to burst right out of the flesh as he poured a torrent of thick semen into the mouth of Sister Lan Yan, who had just swapped back into position.
The thick semen ejaculated in wave after wave, seemingly endless; Sister Lan Yan's throat couldn't swallow fast enough, and the cloudy white fluid, mixed with sticky saliva, overflowed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin—a scene of intense, erotic abandon.
Li Dong felt a sense of trance-like daze; a heavy, pent-up energy kept accumulating in his lower abdomen, creating a sensation as if it were on the verge of breaking through its confinement. After a moment of daze, the scene before me had shifted; Luo Shaowen, having barely paused to rest, was now thrusting vigorously against Sister Zhiran. Her long, black-stockinged legs were hoisted onto his shoulders, revealing small, high-heeled feet that swayed rhythmically with the motion of his thrusts and the heaving of the large bed.