Tang Lan-yan's toes curled against the bedsheets. Within her, a tide of honeyed nectar welled up, and her passage began to clamp down—the intricate, overlapping folds of her inner walls gripping and twisting. It was as if, buried deep within that hot, lubricated, buttery flesh, lay countless ridges and fine, velvety textures—each one seemingly possessing a will of its own, working tirelessly to knead, rub, and grind against him.
Tang Lan-yan's moans grew higher-pitched and more melodic, teetering on the edge of a sob.
Just then, Li Dong reached his absolute limit. Tang Lan-yan's passage—itself nearing a climax—contracted violently; her vaginal muscles began to spasm and convulse, clamping down with the force of razor-thin steel.
In an instant, his cock went numb. An unimaginable, electrifying wave of pleasure—an overwhelming, soul-shattering deluge—crashed over him. He was completely undone; his semen was drained away, gushing out in one relentless, seemingly endless torrent after another.
Li Dong collapsed, his body going limp. Yet, a pang of regret lingered in his heart—if only he could have held on just a little bit longer, Tang Lan-yan would have reached her climax, too. He also wanted to bring Sister Lan-yan to climax—as if to prove that he could erase the traces left inside her by other men.
However, having ejaculated so intensely this time, it took a long while of lingering in bed with Tang Lan-yan before he could recover...
Finally, he entered her tight little opening once again.
He hoisted Tang Lan-yan's long, shapely, and firm legs onto his shoulders. Her slender shins extended past his shoulders, and her delicate, snow-white feet—with their soft, pinkish soles—swayed rhythmically with every thrust.
Traces of saliva from their earlier intimacy still lingered on her feet and between her toes. The sight of those fair, swaying feet right beside his ears only made Li Dong's erection grow even harder—though, in this position, her honeyed passage felt tighter than ever.
Kept hovering on the very edge of an orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracted in rhythmic pulses, gripping and sucking at his cock with such intensity it felt as if they might snap it in two.
"Sister Lan-yan... I can't hold on!"
Li Dong couldn't last much longer; his whole body shuddered, and he poured himself deep into her honeyed depths.
Tang Lan-yan's rising moans gradually faded into silence, a faint, lingering sense of regret visible in her hazy, unfocused eyes...
This session had lasted even longer than the last, and his engorged cock was now aching and sore—Li Dong knew this had to be the final time.
Even so, after sliding back inside her, he tried to pace himself carefully; but her passage was simply too tight—and every time she neared an orgasm, it would grip him even more fiercely, with an intensity that was utterly intoxicating. To distract himself, Li Dong bent Tang Lanyan's shapely legs, bringing her small, fair, lotus-petal-like feet up to rest against his chest. While they weren't "small" in the literal, diminutive sense, they were remarkably petite for someone of Lanyan's tall, athletic stature.
Moreover, these feet were exquisitely fair and radiant; the arches were slender and smooth, and the ten toes—resembling peeled scallions—were translucent and possessed a striking, elegant form.
Even her heels were as tender as a peeled, hard-boiled egg. As the soles—tinged with a soft, creamy, peach-pink hue—pressed against his chest, they felt as smooth as if dusted with fine powder.
Struggling to contain the bone-melting pleasure as he thrust into her tight passage, Li Dong lifted her feet toward his face, rubbing them against his skin, sucking on her toes, and tracing the spaces between them.
To her subordinates—and even her enemies—Tang Lanyan's feet were like sacred relics. Given the extraordinary resilience of her body, neither walking nor intense combat ever caused calluses to form on her soles.
They were as soft and supple as the skin of an infant. More than once, Li Dong had felt the urge to simply take her feet in his hands and toy with them.
For Li Dong, the combination of licking Lanyan's feet while thrusting deep inside her was almost too intense to bear. He nearly lost control, saved only by the lingering numbness from his previous ejaculations—a fortunate reprieve that helped him withstand the bone-melting, rhythmic clenching of her inner walls. "Xiao Dong... Xiao Dong... Mmm..."
Tang Lanyan murmured. With her delicate, pale feet angled inward, she pressed down slightly on Li Dong's neck. She arched her slender throat, and their tongues met in the air—slick with saliva, they wound around each other, entwining in a wet, fervent embrace.
Then, their lips locked, and they kissed with deep, fiery passion.
Clearly, that intense, soul-stirring kiss in the deep sea had been as unforgettable for Tang Lanyan as it was for Li Dong.
Li Dong couldn't even recall how long they had been kissing since regaining consciousness.
Shifting positions, Li Dong lay back on the bed while Tang Lanyan took the initiative, straddling him. She braced herself with her long, graceful arms, her toes pointed, leaving her most intimate area wide open to him.
With her slender waist arched, she relied on her remarkable core strength to sway back and forth and twist from side to side. As they remained fused together, her honeyed passage tightened around him; the delicate, fleshy folds within—resembling sea anemones—pulsed and spasmed, gripping, squeezing, and nibbling at him.
"Urgh... hah..."
Li Dong felt his cock spiraling toward an inevitable climax, his seed poised to erupt. An overwhelming, crushing wave of sensation crashed over him—yet, having already ejaculated multiple times, his member had grown somewhat desensitized, buying him just a little more time.
He gripped her slender waist firmly and lunged into a final, desperate thrust! Thrusting into Sister Lan Yan's tight, honeyed passage—just as she was on the verge of an orgasm—proved far more intense than Li Dong had anticipated. He managed only a single thrust before an overwhelming, dizzying wave of weakness and aching pleasure washed over him; it felt as though his cock were melting right into her.
Unable to hold back any longer, his member throbbed with a numb, aching intensity. It felt as if a tiny blade were scraping along his urethra, and the ejaculation that followed was an agonizingly exquisite, numbing jolt—so intense that Li Dong couldn't even tell if what he was releasing was semen or something else entirely.
…
With a soft *pop*, Li Dong's cock was squeezed out from her writhing, honey-drenched depths.
He lay on the bed, his member—now coated in a thick, sticky mess of fluids—dangling limply to the side. It felt as though the very core of his cock had been drained to the point of exhaustion, as if he'd ejaculated a dozen times over; he was not only completely spent, but utterly, severely depleted.
No matter how much he might be stimulated, there was no chance of it hardening again.
Sister Lan Yan let out a faint, disappointed sigh, but Li Dong was in no state to even wonder if she had reached her climax—the intensity of his release had left his head spinning.
Unable to continue, he simply pulled Tang Lan Yan into his embrace and closed his eyes.