He then curled his tongue, positioning it between the labia, and began to flick it rapidly from side to side. The tender, glistening flesh was stirred into a flushed, writhing mass of pink, and the erect clitoris—standing firm and proud—was not spared either, brushed and caressed by his restless tongue.
"Nngh… ah… ah-ah…~"
Xuétáng's slender hands gripped the bedsheets in an unconscious, desperate clutch, while her feet—encased in thoroughly soaked silk stockings—stretched and curled outward with intense effort. Suddenly, the clitoris between her flushed, parted labia gave a sharp twitch, and a vigorous, pale-white stream gushed forth.
The fluid surged upward, striking Uncle Qín's tongue before splashing outward, drenching his entire face.
Yet, Uncle Qín seemed to relish it as if it were a heavenly nectar. He clamped his mouth down, sealing over her full, rounded vulva; his lips pressed tightly against the labia, forcing them even wider apart. As her voluptuous, snow-white buttocks trembled rhythmically, the clear, warm, and fragrant fluid—accompanied by the wet, squelching sounds of their union—poured down, streaming past the corners of his mouth and cascading off his chin. It took quite a while for the intense climax to finally subside, yet Uncle Qin remained enthralled, continuing to kiss her labia—sucking and licking with such fervor, as if determined to draw out every last drop of sweetness.
After a few more moments, Uncle Qin reluctantly pulled away from Xuetang's labia, which were now flushed a delicate pink from his relentless attention. He tucked her long, shapely legs under his arms, planted his hands on either side of her head, and lowered his entire body onto hers, pressing her legs—clad in sheer grey stockings—all the way up toward her shoulders.
Her voluptuous, snow-white buttocks were lifted off the bed, the flesh bulging and full, which in turn made her rounded vulva appear even more plump and flushed. His dark, rigid cock—long poised for this moment—pressed down against her lush, glistening folds. With a sudden, forceful thrust of his hips, the bed shuddered, and he drove straight inside!
"Ah… nnngh…!"
Xuetang, already glistening with sweat, arched her slender, rose-tinted neck, letting out a soft, fragile whimper—much like a wounded little animal.
The sound only fueled Uncle Qin's excitement. He had previously seduced and ravished the mistress, Luo Qingying, and had even once set his sights on the "Queen of the Magic City"—though Jiang Yingji had never given him the chance. He was, however, thoroughly delighted by the young mistress's reactions; it was as if she were entirely accustomed to these erotic encounters while in a deep, dream-filled slumber. Save for her lack of conscious awareness, her physical responses were indistinguishable from those of a woman fully awake.
At times, Uncle Qin even heard her murmur endearments or playful rebukes—calling out "silly bug" or "bad man"—the very pet names she reserved for the young master. As a result, the young mistress would actually throw herself into these repeated acts of sexual violation with remarkable intensity. Old Qin, however, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy—even though she and her husband were the perfect, golden couple, and he had no real claim to her.
Driven by this jealousy, Old Qin thrust his hips forward, driving in and out repeatedly. As he reveled in the way her honeyed, seductive passage clung tightly to him, he panted:
"Forget about the young master, my lady... I'll comfort you instead... every single night... every single night..."
*Smack, smack, smack...*
His dark, vein-bulging cock plunged in and out of her fair, delicate sex—soft and smooth as a ripened peach. A thin, milky fluid soon coated his shaft, while her tender labia parted and fluttered with every stroke, occasionally revealing the delicate pink flesh within.
Old Qin's lean, sinewy hips slammed rhythmically against her soft, porcelain-white buttocks, the repeated contact producing sharp, wet slapping sounds.
"Forget that cuckolded husband of yours... *hiss*... so tight... besides, he's the one who'll end up having to call my son 'Daddy'!"
Caught up in the heat of the moment, Old Qin quickened his pace, his dark member repeatedly piercing her honeyed depths as her peach-like folds parted and closed around it.
Leaning down, he took one of her exquisite nipples into his mouth—sucking audibly through the sheer, lifted fabric of her garment.
As his lower body continued its relentless, squelching rhythm, Old Qin found himself surprised. In truth, his stamina wasn't usually this good; he was no longer a man in his twenties or thirties—back when he used to drug and ravish the lady of the house, he would be left gasping for air after only a short while. Ever since he began sneaking illicit trysts with the young mistress, his physical condition had improved remarkably—he was now nearly as fit as a young man who exercised regularly.
The change hadn't been very noticeable before, but after a few days of abstinence, the difference was now starkly clear: his body had truly grown much stronger.
Yet, the young mistress's pussy remained so incredibly tight that it was almost more than he could handle. Slowing his thrusts, he pulled Xuetang into his arms; his chest brushed against her soft, ample breasts and their firm, erect nipples through the thin fabric—a sensation of exquisite, intoxicating pleasure. His cock, in response, grew even harder, stretching tautly against the wet, tender flesh of her sex.
"Young mistress, here I go again!"
With that, Uncle Qin cupped her plump, rounded buttocks in his hands and began a fresh round of deep, rhythmic thrusting.
In this position, her honeyed slit grew even tighter—soft, delicate, and impossibly narrow. Every time he pulled his cock back slightly, the vaginal walls would instantly clamp down, their countless intricate folds brushing and twisting against him. It felt as though he were being swallowed whole by her very core, the pleasure surging rapidly!
The urge to ejaculate became inevitable. Gasping for air, Uncle Qin realized that her pussy had indeed grown tighter—perhaps the pregnancy had caused the muscular walls to thicken. The dense, velvety-soft flesh, combined with the winding, labyrinthine passage and those complex, exquisite folds, gripped his cock so intensely that it began to tremble.
The pleasure, fine and ethereal yet utterly irresistible, shot straight up his spine from the base of his tailbone! The urge to ejaculate shifted rapidly from a subtle sensation to an intense, gnawing ache—much like the relentless biting of a thousand ants. Deep within, the tip of his cock gave a sudden, sharp throb; a searing, engorged pressure surged forward—he was about to climax!
Just as he reached the very precipice of ecstasy, a powerful hand clamped onto his shoulder, yanking him backward.
"Huh?"
A jolt of sheer terror made Qin Bo's heart contract violently—as if he had been cast from the heavens into an abyss. His cock shuddered uncontrollably, and his seed erupted.
Though the tight, slick, fleshy folds tried desperately to hold on, his member slipped free from the honeyed, glistening depths at the very instant of ejaculation. It quivered in the open air, coated in a thick, slick mixture of pre-cum and sexual fluids. A long, potent stream of semen spurted from the slit, showering across Xuetang's body—splattering over her skin, which was draped only in a sheer, gossamer veil.
It left behind a series of pale yellow, sticky stains.