Lan Yan's tongue slipped between the foreskin and the glans, slick with saliva. With a soft, wet *slurp*, she brushed against the frenulum—sending a jolt of tingling sensation through him—as she swept across the entire surface of the glans.
Lan Yan seemed to possess an uncanny understanding of exactly where his cock was most sensitive and vulnerable. Each time she circled the glans with her tongue, she would press the underside against his frenulum, flicking it back and forth, while teasing the urethral opening with delicate, precise movements.
Under Tang Lan Yan's rhythmic sucking, his cock began to stir and rise once more, nearly returning to its full, erect state—a transformation that left even Li Dong, who was gasping for air in pure pleasure, feeling quite astonished.
Lan Yan knelt, her long, shapely legs straddling him. Her slender waist arched forward, thrusting her full, rounded breasts prominently ahead—like a pair of plump, elongated fruits suspended in the air. Her jade-like legs were spread wide in an "M" shape; her shapely, rounded thighs arched open like a bridge of snow, while her slender calves resembled exquisite pillars of jade. Her ample, voluminous buttocks—firm, plump, and substantial—looked almost like a pair of fleshy, basketball-sized mounds. Tucked between her thighs lay a lush, succulent vulva, glistening with a flow of honey-like nectar.
Anyone who laid eyes on her would surely deem this the most stunning, one-of-a-kind body for sexual pleasure!
Tang Lanyan's raven-black hair cascaded down. She reached between her legs, using her index and middle fingers to part the thick, fleshy outer labia, revealing the delicate inner petals. The opening at the base was finally laid bare before Li Dong's gaze.
The entrance was tightly gathered; the soft, pinkish folds of flesh—resembling tender, curled aquatic leaves—were packed so closely together that the "opening" itself was barely visible, appearing only as a narrow, winding slit.
Between the inner and outer labia, strands of thick, white fluid stretched out, while the opening pulsed and writhed, slowly exuding a dollop of creamy, white nectar.
As she drew her snow-white legs inward, her honeyed slit clamped down onto his flushed glans, and she began to lower herself, inch by inch!
"Ah..." both Tang Lanyan and Li Dong let out a soft moan. Li Dong felt an electric, tingling sensation ripple through his cock with every inch of penetration; it was as if he were buried deep within a sheath—wet, slick, sticky, and incredibly tight—where countless folds of flesh pressed in, spasming and sucking rhythmically.
Waves of pleasure, so intense they made his scalp tingle, washed over him. Fortunately, having already ejaculated several times, his cock was not so quick to reach climax again, allowing him to just barely hold on.
As Tang Lanyan's generous buttocks sank all the way down, Li Dong could feel a soft, supple, and delicate little nub of flesh at the very base of her vaginal canal—a rounded, yielding mound that brushed gently against the tip of his glans as he pushed in to the hilt. It felt as though there was some strange, magnetic suction at play—it was so intensely pleasurable that Li Dong couldn't help but gasp sharply.
Tang Lanyan's thigh muscles rippled, causing her plump, peach-like buttocks to heave rhythmically. Her sex—tight and supple as a steel-spring—clamped down, coating his cock in a slick, creamy fluid; as she sank lower, the substance was pushed toward the base of his shaft, while thin, sticky strands of arousal stretched out between her cheeks with every movement.
"Mmm… mmm… ahhh…~"
Sister Lanyan let out a soft, delicate moan—a sound both tender and seductively languid. Her slender, resilient waist—taut yet flexible—swayed back and forth, driving her ample buttocks to rise and fall in a rapid, surging cadence.
The pace only quickened. Her tight, twitching passage would clamp down hard upon his cock before pulling away just as swiftly, the labia flaring slightly to reveal a glistening, delicate rim of flushed, inner flesh.
*Smack, smack, smack…*
With every rhythmic, fleshy collision, her firm, rounded buttocks rippled and swayed. Meanwhile, her heavy, full breasts—an incredibly alluring sight—bounced and undulated, swinging in a mesmerizing, crisscrossing motion.
At times, they would collide, tracing circles in the air; her rosy areolas and sensitive nipples flicked about, leaving flashes of crimson in their wake. Fine droplets of sweat sprayed outward, filling the air with a heady, musky, and erotic fragrance—a sweet, intoxicating scent of perspiration and desire.
"Sister Lanyan… it's… it's just too good…"
From the moment Tang Lanyan began to sway her supple waist and heave her voluptuous hips, Li Dong's eyes had gone wide. In truth, his cock had long since gone numb—scraped, twisted, and squeezed so intensely that it felt as though a layer of skin had been rubbed right off. The soul-shattering, bone-melting pleasure clung to him like a parasite, sending tremors through his tailbone as if jolts of electricity were surging across his entire body.
Had he not already ejaculated twice, he surely wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer... Li Dong couldn't help but grip Tang Lanyan's slender, steel-taut waist, desperate to keep her from moving any further.
He realized that, in this regard, Lanyan seemed accustomed to a bold, uninhibited style—like a fierce cavalry charge, a raw and unrestrained physical clash!
She treated the act of intercourse as if it were a battle, leaving no room for restraint; for her, victory meant squeezing every last drop of semen from him.
Moreover, the way she engaged her beautiful legs as she rose and fell suggested she intended to lift herself even higher—it was as if, each time she slid down to the very tip of his cock, she had only exerted half the force she was capable of.
Yet, her control over her own body was so precise that, just as his cock was about to slip out, she would abruptly halt her upward motion and sink back down.
At times, the tightening of her vaginal muscles seemed a beat off—as if her body, still unaccustomed to the absence of the member that usually occupied that space, would reflexively clamp down a split second too early.
A strange, aching bitterness stirred in Li Dong's heart; every sign pointed to the fact that Lanyan was used to a different cock—one thicker, harder, and more formidable than his own.
For some reason, this thought only caused his own cock to swell even more aggressively, miraculously suppressing his urge to ejaculate.
Holding her slender waist, he began to thrust upward, taking the initiative. *Thwack, thwack, thwack…* The sound of flesh colliding echoed as a engorged, crimson-hued cock—slick with thick, white, viscous fluid—thrust repeatedly in and out of an incredibly tight, honeyed orifice.
"Sister Lan-yan… here I come…!"
As pleasure surged and mounted, Li Dong gritted his teeth—his features likely contorted with the effort—and thrust upward with all his might, as if desperate to erase any traces left behind by other men within her.
"Nngh… Xiao Dong… more… go deeper…"