The appearance of Jiang Yingji brought a sudden silence to the scene.
Li Dong and Luo Shaowen stood in a standoff. For a moment, even the groans and wails of Lan Yan's team members—who had been caught in the crossfire of the recent battle and sent tumbling to the ground—faded into the background. Meanwhile, clinging to Luo Shaowen's body—having grown and thrust forward during the lightning-fast, acrobatic pursuit—was a massive, rigid phallus, grinding deep into the core of her femininity.
Lan Yan possessed a tall, slender frame with a "golden ratio" physique that rivaled Luo Shaowen's own. Yet, their proportions differed significantly; Lan Yan's lithe, shapely legs were notably longer than Luo Shaowen's.
If one were to measure from the hips, her legs reached nearly to the level of Luo Shaowen's navel—a pair of breathtakingly long legs that would command instant attention anywhere, at any time.
Even now, this remained true: her fair, translucent, and perfectly toned legs—the absolute pinnacle of human beauty—were clamped tightly around Luo Shaowen's thick waist, forming a "V" shape that extended all the way up to his armpits.
Her delicate, bare feet were hooked firmly behind his buttocks, arched and intertwined. Her soles, a soft, peachy-white hue, were exposed, while her slender, onion-like toes curled intensely, creating faint, delicate creases across the arches of her feet.
Lan Yan's full, voluptuous breasts were pressed flush against Luo Shaowen's chest. Their sheer abundance forced her torso to arch backward, pulling her slender waist taut—as if it might snap—and accentuating her graceful curves, which in turn made her hips appear all the more prominent. The contours of her back—the central groove and the defined, protruding muscle bundles—gave her waist an athletic, powerful appearance, reminiscent of a female panther; it was a physique even more exaggerated than that of a Valkyrie in a comic book.
Her buttocks appeared completely full, stretched to the point of near-bursting, like overinflated balloons.
They were perfectly rounded and firm—entirely free of excess fat, yet remarkably voluminous. The taut, inverted-triangle shape of her lower back transitioned into a pair of prominent, tightly pressed, and bulging mounds. The flesh of her buttocks was so distended—like a peach stretched to the verge of splitting—that the intimate, private details within the cleft were laid completely bare.
Every delicate fold was visible: from the deep cherry-pink of the anal opening—fading to a lighter shade toward the edges—to the thick, succulent labia, which were forced wide apart by the massive, dark, and engorged shaft thrust deep inside her.
Moreover, the thick cock buried deep within Sister Lan Yan's honeyed slit still had nearly ten centimeters exposed—a truly staggering length.
If one were to compare it to Li Dong's own member, he would have to insert it so deeply that only the glans remained inside to achieve such an exposed length…
At such close range, the sheer scale of this cock was even more overwhelming. Not only was it immense, but it was also impossibly rigid; thick, vein-like cords coiled around the shaft, forcing the viscous white fluid—oozing from the point of penetration—to stream down along the sides.
The results of this intense fucking were equally striking: the exposed portion of the shaft was plastered in white fluid, while the scrotum and the inner thighs were coated in a thick, creamy, almond-milk-like substance—a fate shared, naturally, by Sister Lan Yan's labia and her shapely, upturned buttocks. Coated in a thick, viscous white fluid—with thin, murky strands stretching out as they moved—the substance clung tenaciously with every rhythmic slap. These trailing, sticky filaments, bridging the gap between her thighs and the curve of her buttocks, created a scene of utter, lewd disarray.
The sheer obscenity of the sight, laid bare before his eyes, caused Li Dong's breath to hitch, his chest tightening as if constricted. During the heat of the earlier struggle, he had forced himself to look away—but now that things had quieted down, his attention was drawn, inexorably, to this very spot.
The intensity of the spectacle was so overwhelming that it even eclipsed the joy he had felt at Aunt Yingji's arrival; he stood frozen to the spot, his eyes wide and fixed in a daze.
Meanwhile, Luo Shaowen, even while deep in the act of fucking, still had the presence of mind to attend to other matters.
Suddenly, Li Dong saw Luo Shaowen shift his position.
As he leaned forward, Lan Yan appeared like a beautiful female leopard draped diagonally across a tree—her back turned entirely downward, her thick, dark hair cascading open in an instant.
Her snow-white, supple legs—clasping his waist—and her long, slender arms—wrapped around his neck—came into view from a striking, unusual angle.
The pair of full, firm, and highly elastic breasts, which had been pressed tightly against his chest, were suddenly released as their upper bodies pulled apart. Like springs under pressure, they sprang outward, shifting from a compressed, rounded state back into a shape reminiscent of a hanging bell.
This movement also pushed their bodies further apart; Lan Yan's long, graceful arms were pulled taut, leaving only her fingertips still resting behind Luo Shaowen's neck. At this moment, Luo Shaowen's cock was positioned at an oblique, near-parallel angle to Lan Yan's pussy. With a sudden, coordinated thrust of his legs—one planted forward and the other back—he slammed his pelvis against her ample, rounded buttocks.
The impact sent Lan Yan's long, slender legs surging forward, causing them to sally outward like the wings of a butterfly. From her lower depths came an exaggerated, wet, squelching sound—the unmistakable noise of a thick cock driving deep into a tight, narrow passage already slick with copious amounts of honeyed nectar.
"Ahhh…!"
Tang Lan Yan's head, which had been resting limply on Luo Shaowen's shoulder, snapped upward. Her half-lidded, hazy eyes widened, rolling back slightly as she let out a high-pitched, melodious moan that trembled through the air.
Under this sudden, forceful impact, her honey-pot—already packed so full that not a sliver of space remained—was subjected to yet another violent, deep thrust!
With a slight, twisting motion, the cock pried open the delicate, fleshy folds that had been gripping it like the tentacles of a sea anemone; the massive glans, continuing its rotation, ground directly into the very core of her flower.
Having already been fucked open repeatedly, her core—now red, swollen, and no longer the pinprick-tight opening it once was—gave way entirely. It was forced wide by the goose-egg-sized, engorged, and burning-hot glans, which wedged itself firmly into the center.
Already teetering on the brink of orgasm, Tang Lan Yan was struck by this intense stimulation, causing her body to convulse as if jolted by an electric current. Her vaginal walls spasmed violently, clamping down on the shaft with such ferocity that the opening seemed to bite into the flesh; with a wet, squelching *squelch*, a generous gush of white, frothy fluid—bubbling with tiny air pockets—was squeezed out. "Nngh… it's… too… deep… Aaaahhh…!"
Sister Lan Yan's slender waist arched violently, her hips swaying in a wanton rhythm. Her arms remained locked tightly around Luo Shaowen's neck, while her head fell back, her cascade of raven-black hair fanning out like a waterfall.
Her arched waist formed a bridge of jade, thrusting her firm, rounded breasts upward; they heaved and bobbed in a relentless, undulating motion.
Her lovely face—now tilted almost completely upside down—was fully exposed to Li Dong's gaze. It was flushed a deep, intoxicating peach-red. Far from the expression of stoic, agonizing endurance one might expect—as if she were suffering through some cruel torture—her face told a different story.
Her crimson lips were parted wide in a shrill, wordless cry. Her expression hovered on the very brink of total collapse; her beautiful eyes rolled back, revealing the whites. It was a complex, overwhelming state—a blend of unbearable intensity, profound satisfaction, pure pleasure, and sharp pain—where only piercing cries and sobs could offer any release for the exquisite, maddening sensations surging through her body.
The face Li Dong knew so well had become almost unrecognizable under the tidal wave of intense pleasure. That visage—once defined by confidence and strength—was now softened by the climax, radiating a seductive, vulnerable allure so profound that Li Dong could barely believe it was the same woman!