Luo Shaowen, however, seemed to grow only more vigorous; he cupped her firm, voluptuous buttocks, lifted her up, and pinned her legs between his arms.
He began to fuck her fiercely in a standing position that allowed for maximum power!
His massive cock thrust in and out with incredible intensity, dragging Sister Lanyan's large outer labia inside and out, revealing the blood-red inner labia and the tender, pink flesh of her opening as they were rapidly pulled in and out.
In this position, her ample buttocks looked magnificent, yet they bounced and heaved under the assault of his thick, rock-hard cock. The sounds of violent flesh-on-flesh impact, wet squelching, and her wanton moans and cries merged into a single, frenzied symphony. "Ah... it feels so intense...!" Sister Lan Yan suddenly threw back her head and cried out—a sound like a plaintive wail—as thick, viscous white fluid surged and overflowed; amidst the furious thrusting, droplets of the milky secretion splattered outward like rain.
Luo Shaowen, seemingly unable to withstand the suction and wringing grip of her tight passage any longer, let out a low roar; he drove his massive cock in to the hilt, thrusting against the delicate, cupped center of her flower to unleash a passionate, explosive climax.
After ejaculating, Luo Shaowen didn't pause for a moment; he maneuvered Sister Lan Yan into a kneeling, prone position. She was so spent from her orgasm that her limbs had turned to jelly, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat; as soon as her knees touched the bed, she began to slump forward.
Luo Shaowen gave her no respite; he grabbed her arms and pulled them forcefully backward, suspending her upper body in the air. Her beautiful back arched deeply toward her slender waist, causing her voluptuous, peach-like buttocks to tilt high upward—revealing a physique that, even in her state of exhaustion, remained perfectly toned and elegantly contoured.
Luo Shaowen aimed his mighty cock at her flushed, tender labia—still slick and coated in the creamy white fluid—and with a powerful thrust of his hips, drove it fiercely back into her honeyed depths!
"Ahhh...!" At the moment of penetration, Sister Lan Yan's lower body—with its slender waist and rounded hips—jerked violently, the beautiful lines of her muscles quivering. After just a dozen thrusts, her ample buttocks couldn't help but tremble and sway, instinctively trying to dodge the increasingly heavy and ferocious pounding. "Don't... too deep... *ngh*... it's too big... ah, ah!" Luo Shaowen wouldn't let her escape; he yanked her slender, jade-like arms even harder—as if taming a wild steed—forcing her body to go taut and her ample buttocks to press backward, leaving her no room to flee. His massive cock hammered ceaselessly into her honeyed depths, driving relentlessly against her sensitive core.
"A moment ago... you weren't willing to admit defeat, were you? So, who's better?" Luo Shaowen slowed his thrusting rhythm just a fraction, leaned down, and whispered into Sister Lan Yan's flushed ear.
Gaining a brief moment to catch her breath, Sister Lan Yan tilted her head back and panted heavily, her sweet tongue lolling out with a glistening trail of saliva.
Hearing his words, her body tensed, her cheeks turned crimson, and her breathing grew more ragged, yet she seemed unwilling to give a direct answer. Luo Shaowen chuckled softly; the muscles in his waist and buttocks bulged and flexed as he gathered his strength for a moment, and then...
*Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack...* A relentless, pounding fuck began. Sister Lan Yan's body suddenly went rigid; she threw her head back and let out a high-pitched, wailing cry.
Her ample buttocks turned bright red from the rapid-fire impacts, shifting shape and quivering violently. The muscles of her upper body stood out in taut definition, every fiber strained tight, while her massive, round breasts—swollen and heavy—swayed so wildly they became a blur, slapping rhythmically against her torso as sweat flew through the air. "No, no... *sob*... ahhh..."
"Ahhhhh...!" The thick, engorged cock thrust in and out relentlessly, fucking her with savage intensity; the massive glans struck the bullseye with every stroke, battering the tender flesh of her flower's core until it swelled and parted. Suddenly, a deep, violent thrust pried open the tiny opening at the center of her flower; half the glans sank instantly into the impossibly tight, constricting flesh—almost kissing her cervix!
Tang Lanyan's delicate body shuddered violently; she threw her head back, screaming and sobbing as her defenses completely crumbled.
"No... stop... it's too deep... too intense... ahhh!" Her body, previously taut to the breaking point, suddenly went limp, drained of all strength; yet, her lower depths clamped and writhed with unprecedented ferocity, squeezing like the death throes of a trapped creature. As a flood of cool, sweet nectar gushed forth, countless folds of flesh contracted with lethal intensity—each delicate ridge turning into a soft blade, as if trying to scrape a layer of skin right off the cock!
Luo Shaowen could hold back no longer; he lunged forward, forcing the glans through that tiny, cup-like opening once more, unleashing a torrent of seed directly toward her cervix!
Tang Lanyan's body convulsed and trembled; while her body went soft, her intimate depths remained fiercely active. Suddenly, a patter of droplets fell from between her thighs... she had silently lost control of her bladder.
Luo Shaowen felt that this was the most satisfying ejaculation of his life; his entire body went rigid with the intensity of the release. Beneath him, the "War Queen"—or Tang Lanyan, as she could now be called—had gone completely limp, her body turning to jelly. Her honeyed slit was still contracting reflexively; the flesh that had once fiercely resisted him now seemed to have transformed into something yielding and seductive, clinging submissively around his massive cock.
The thrill of conquest was a hundred times more exhilarating than downing a glass of ice water on a sweltering summer day—and all the more satisfying because his partner was none other than the formidable War Queen herself.
Yet, just as Luo Shaowen was immersed in the ecstasy of conquest—at the very moment he was most relaxed and off-guard—a figure suddenly sprang out of thin air nearby, seemingly radiating a golden glow.
He caught a glimpse of eyes—filled with a complex mix of emotions and seething hatred—staring right at him with an intensity that felt sharp enough to prick his skin.