As he finished, his cock—now slightly softened—could no longer withstand the rhythmic, milking contractions of her honeyed depths. It was gradually squeezed outward, accompanied by a thick, milky trail of semen.
"Sister Lan Yan..." Li Dong panted, staring down at his now semi-flaccid, drooping cock, at a loss for what to say. Though a flicker of confusion crossed Tang Lanyan's face—tinged with the subtle, jarring sense of something having been cut short—her expression remained otherwise unchanged.
Without a word, she pulled Li Dong's head toward her, and they locked into another passionate, lingering kiss—their ardor burning as intensely as ever, not the least bit diminished.
As they tumbled onto the bed, Li Dong removed Tang Lanyan's nightgown, revealing a pair of full, rounded, bell-shaped breasts that sprang forth, quivering with every movement.
Even while she lay on her back—a position that usually causes the contours to flatten slightly—these breasts remained remarkably plump and firm, a testament to their inherent perkiness.
At their peaks, delicate, raised areolas—shifting from a soft lotus-root hue at the edges to a blushing cherry-pink—were crowned by engorged, crimson nipples. Li Dong cupped one in his hand; it was perfectly round and incredibly supple, the firm, resilient flesh pressing against his palm with every squeeze.
At the same time, there was an astonishing softness—a flawless marriage of elasticity and tenderness.
Though Li Dong had seen these magnificent breasts countless times before, this was his first time actually touching them. He was utterly captivated; as he kneaded one, he leaned in to draw the other nipple into his mouth.
*Slurp… pop…*
Sister Lanyan let out a soft, melodic moan. Looking down, she watched Li Dong—so completely enthralled as he suckled at her breast—her eyes clouding over with an indescribable, hazy longing.
For the first time, she truly felt that keeping them—all those years ago—had been the best decision she could have made.
In truth, back when she had considered removing these heavy, cumbersome assets—which were, after all, a hindrance in combat—it was a single remark from Zhi Ran that had finally persuaded her otherwise. "Why not reconsider? Xiao Dong really, *really* loves these... big tits of mine."
That night, she gently caressed her own massive, full breasts—plump and rounded like the abdomen of a queen bee—and murmured to herself, "Does Xiao Dong truly love them?"
As it turns out, she wasn't wrong. Xiao Dong lay pressed against her chest, licking his way from the top to the bottom of her enormous, snow-white breasts. Her ample, rounded curves were slick with glistening saliva, and he seemed particularly obsessed with her rosy, erect nipples.
*Pop...*
The crimson nipple stretched slightly as he pulled away; the firm, heavy breast had been drawn upward by the suction, its rounded, oval shape elongated until, finally, the nipple slipped from Li Dong's mouth.
The massive breast wobbled for a moment before quickly springing back into its firm, upright position.
"Mmm... ngh... ahhh~"
Li Dong's head moved upward, his lips trailing kisses from the base of Tang Lanyan's breasts, across her collarbone, and up her neck, until he met her mouth—she let out a soft, low moan as their lips locked.
After a lingering, deep kiss, Tang Lanyan shifted toward his groin. Her heavy breasts brushed against his body as she moved downward. Li Dong's cock was standing at full attention; as it pressed between her breasts, it quivered—stiff to an almost impossible degree.
He noticed that his member seemed significantly more vigorous than before—or at the very least, it was recovering its strength much faster.
Tang Lanyan looked up at him, her beautiful, narrow eyes shimmering with a faint, intoxicating allure. She tilted her head slightly and lowered it, taking Li Dong's cock into her mouth. She sank down until she reached the base, and as she pulled back up, her lips remained tightly suctioned against him, her cheeks stretched taut.
Li Dong's eyes widened abruptly. A tingling, numbing sensation washed over his cock—it felt almost as if it were detaching from his body. He could even feel his foreskin being stretched thin by the vacuum-like suction, with the entire tip drawn deep into Sister Lan Yan's mouth.
As she continued her rhythmic bobbing, the foreskin was pulled back completely, allowing his cock to slide deep—so deep it neared her throat, where he felt an intense, constricting pressure.
Then, she latched onto the base, her mouth working like an octopus's suction cup, sliding firmly all the way up to the glans.
After a few such passes—even though the sensitivity of his glans had dulled slightly following his previous ejaculation—Li Dong felt his cock go completely numb. A tingling, electric sensation coursed through his very core, causing his body to twitch involuntarily; he knew he was reaching his absolute limit.
"Sister Lan Yan, slow down… I'm… I'm about to… cum!"
Unfortunately, Li Dong had underestimated both his own threshold and the sheer power of Tang Lan Yan's vacuum-like oral technique.
In truth, Tang Lan Yan wasn't even using her full strength; when she engaged in "intense combat" with Luo Shaowen, she would leave his cock covered in distinct, circular red suction marks.
While there were no such marks on Li Dong's cock yet, Tang Lan Yan gradually increased the intensity of her suction, unconsciously ramping it up to a level nearly matching what she used on Luo Shaowen. "Ah!"
Li Dong felt his cock suddenly tighten. If the tingling sensation he'd felt moments before was like having a heavy weight hung from it, this new, abrupt pull was so intense that it yanked his very buttocks off the ground.
It was as if his cock had been sucked into a vacuum—a chaotic blend of pleasure, pain, numbness, and an aching soreness. The suction reached deep into his urethral opening, hooking onto it like a tiny barb; it was that frantic, overwhelming sensation one feels right before an uncontrollable, explosive release of urine!
Li Dong's buttocks shuddered, his lower back arching sharply. His semen was drawn out in a sudden, forceful surge, erupting in wave after wave inside Tang Lanyan's mouth…
"Slurp… *smack*…"
Li Dong's mind went blank for several heartbeats. When he finally regained his senses, he realized that Lan Yan was still holding his semi-flaccid cock, her mouth busy licking and sucking on the glans.
Lan Yan extended her pink tongue, sliding it beneath his foreskin. It was then that Li Dong noticed the unique shape of her tongue—it was pointed, much like a leaf, with two delicate, fleshy bands running along its underside all the way to the tip, granting it extraordinary flexibility.
Li Dong vaguely recalled that Zhi Ran's tongue might be just like this, too...
During their deep, tongue-entwined kisses, he had already sensed that Tang Lan Yan's tongue was remarkably long—a sensation that felt strikingly similar to the kisses he had once shared with Zhao Zhi Ran.
A long, supple, and beautifully shaped tongue truly allows for an incredibly intimate, inseparable connection during a kiss.