Yet, despite the sheer unexpectedness of Li Dong's move, Luo Shaowen's reaction speed defied all imagination.
Not only did he possess an instinctive, innate ability to perceive the hearts of others—making him exceptionally sensitive to hostility—but he had also inherited a portion of Li Zhiyu's formidable martial intuition.
The very instant Li Dong broke free from Shen Weiwei's barrier, the hair on his body stood on end; sensing a lethal threat, he immediately pulled back!
Simultaneously, along the path of the approaching golden figure, countless white jade-like spikes erupted from the ground—as if the earth itself had suddenly opened a maw filled with jagged, fang-like teeth, snapping shut toward the figure in the air.
However, just as his thick, engorged cock retreated to the vaginal opening—causing the lush, succulent labia to unfurl, their wet, seaweed-like folds stretching and pulling against the shaft due to the sudden movement—Luo Shaowen abruptly thrust forward once more.
The entire length of his cock, slick with thick, viscous white fluid, plunged back into the vagina with even greater speed!
"Ahhh…!"
Thick and swollen—resembling a child's arm—the curved member surged through the tight, slippery, and wet passage with lightning speed, forcing apart the vaginal walls that had just begun to close together in the wake of his withdrawal.
The massive, engorged glans—swollen to the size of a plum—slammed violently against the tender, inflamed core deep within the vaginal canal. This soft yet resilient flesh, already forcibly stretched once before, was now pierced through once again by a searing, scalding torrent of semen, pumped out with the force of a high-pressure jet. With this forceful thrust, the passage—previously tight and constricted—was pried wide open; the glans of his cock was driven deep, nearly burying itself into the delicate, tender opening of her womb!
Tang Lanyan's beautiful eyes widened in shock, and she let out a sharp, involuntary cry. Her taut, toned lower abdomen shuddered violently, and her long, shapely legs went weak, causing her to sink downward—nearly dropping into a full split.
Before she could collapse, however, Luo Shaowen's large hands caught her behind the knees, hoisting her up. Her remarkably long, graceful legs were spread wide, reminiscent of a snow-white frog.
From the knee down to her taut, flushed-pink toes, the length alone was nearly two-thirds that of an average person's entire leg—it was as if a snow-white butterfly had unfurled its wings, blossoming right before one's eyes!
The visual impact was overwhelming: her full, rounded breasts—resembling the plump abdomen of a bee—swayed and quivered between her spread thighs. Their cherry-red nipples stood erect and engorged, like delicate, blood-flushed flower buds—exquisitely alluring.
At that very moment, Li Dong arrived on the scene, witnessing this lewd, carnal spectacle from up close.
Lanyan's smooth, taut, fair-skinned abdomen convulsed intensely, as if waves were rolling beneath her delicate, snow-like flesh. Deep within her tender, penetrated passage—now stretched wide by his thick, dark-red, vein-bulging cock—the soft, pink folds of her sex writhed and quivered.
A flash of clear, glistening fluid suddenly surged forth, transforming into a silvery torrent that cascaded like a waterfall, rushing straight toward Li Dong's face! From the tight, wet slit where Sister Lanyan was taking a large cock, a stream of urine surged forward. One could clearly see the tiny urethral opening—pulsing and contracting—alongside a frothy, milky fluid oozing out from the edges of the orifice as it gripped the shaft.
A warm, intoxicating scent washed over him—a complex blend reminiscent of orchids and musk, with notes of overripe fruit, a faint hint of decay, and the raw, musky tang of a woman's sex.
At such close range, every detail of Sister Lanyan's intimate parts—exposed during her tryst—was laid bare. Even the scent struck his nostrils directly, raw and unfiltered, leaving no room for escape.
The sheer intensity of the experience was far more overwhelming than merely watching from afar!
Li Dong was so jolted that he froze, failing to even dodge; a second later, a warm, liquid cascade splashed across his face.
Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Li Dong even reached out with his tongue, lapping up a droplet of the urine from the corner of his mouth. The taste—infused with the essence of her vulva and reminiscent of a succulent, ripened orchid petal—was not at all unfamiliar to him.
After all, the last time he had helped Sister Lanyan apply medicine and bandages, she had only recently relieved herself; her labia were still damp to the touch...
He would never forget the shock of seeing Sister Lanyan's delicate slit up close for the first time—the plump, slightly raised labia, shaped like lush orchid petals, pressed firmly together, revealing a sliver of tender, peach-pink flesh.
Even though the labia had been carefully wiped after she urinated, a lingering, dewy moisture remained. The alluring scent of her sex, mingled with a faint trace of urine, was—surprisingly—fresh and intoxicating, while the edges of those peach-pink lips glistened with a subtle, wet sheen. It struck him with an intense, overwhelming sense of femininity—a moment that made him realize, with startling clarity, that Lan Yan was a woman in every conceivable sense.
A woman of profound, irresistible allure…
From that point on, the impression became indelible. He could no longer view Lan Yan merely as a senior, a comrade-in-arms, or a confidante; the seeds of a deeper, romantic attachment had already taken firm root.
Yet, even back then—caught in a haze of passion, driven by an uncontrollable impulse to press his lips against her labia—he had never truly savored the unique, intimate essence that belonged solely to her.
And now, under these circumstances…
As he stood momentarily dazed, several white, jade-like spikes—gleaming with a metallic luster—whistled toward him. Instinct, triggered by the imminent danger, kicked in just in time, allowing him to narrowly evade the sudden assault.