Under the control of the chip at the back of her head, Zhao Ziran involuntarily crawled down. Her beautiful figure was slender yet shapely, with exquisite lines. Although voluptuous, it had no excess weight.
After lying down, her lamb-like body revealed her pert buttocks, making her waist appear even slimmer. Her full, rounded breasts, like hanging bells, swayed slightly as she squeezed. Between her rounded knees, her large, pear-shaped buttocks swayed naturally, causing the two plump, slightly swollen labia between her thighs to press together.
Although it was an unintentional charm, not seduction, it still made Luo Ming's eyes blaze with desire, his throat tighten.
He desperately wanted to take the beauty right there and then, to pin her down and fuck her wildly.
However… hehe, because there were still many things waiting for the talented Zhao Ziran, there was no rush…
He led Zhao Ziran towards the airplane slide exit.
The light outside was even more dazzling, and it took Zhao Ziran a while to adjust. Looking down, she saw a long red velvet carpet laid out, with a row of dark figures standing on either side.
They were almost all black, and surprisingly, both rows of black men were naked, their dark, large penises erect like a welcoming procession.
Upon seeing that curvaceous, lamb-like body, all eyes turned to her, their gazes almost tangible. Zhao Ziran wanted to lower her head, but Luo Ming gently tugged at her neck, lifting it slightly.
Luo Ming smiled slightly and said, "Talented Zhao, don't be shy. I've prepared some appetizers and desserts for you, freshly made and heated..."
"You'll be satisfied."
As the electric slide descended, the Black men exchanged glances, then swarmed around her. An older man, the leader, placed a plate on the ground.
Then, they formed a black wall around the plate, their hands gripping thick, donkey-like penises, their eyes fixed on Zhao Zhiran with excitement and desire.
Luo Ming chuckled, then suddenly pulled Zhao Zhiran into his arms, his arms slipping under her knees, forcing the beautiful, snow-white woman to spread her legs wide like a baby being urinated, revealing her most exquisite feature to the Black men.
The Black men, already wide-eyed and unwilling to miss a single glimpse of her beauty, opened their eyes wide like saucers, their gazes greedily fixed on Zhao Zhiran's crotch.
Two fair, supple thighs were spread wide like a snow frog's, the base of her legs incredibly fleshy, a plump and rounded expanse from her buttocks to her thighs, while the back of her knees became delicate and slender.
Her plump, snow-white mound, softer and fuller than a freshly baked bun, was adorned with sparse, light pubic hair, exceptionally beautiful and alluring.
Below, her two delicate labia majora were a ripe, peach-red hue, slightly parted to the sides. Her labia majora were a deep, blood-red, blooming like a duck's beak. It was hard to imagine what had happened to those two petals, originally a pale cherry-red like freshly sliced carp, to have them so swollen and red.
Whether it was the sudden exposure of her vulva with shyness, or the tingling sensation of the breeze on her swollen labia, the tight, narrow opening of her vagina, like a carp's mouth, slightly contracted. A thin, watery, whitish fluid slowly welled up from deep within, carrying a few bubbles, gurgling and dripping down.
"Hah..."
"Hah..."
This scene greatly aroused the black men before him. They panted heavily, their large hands stroking and manipulating his dark, fleshy shafts.
Seeing the moment was right, Luo Ming, his large penis erect, thrust it under the beauty's buttocks. The thick, hard, upward-curving shaft parted her soft labia, rubbing up and down a couple of times before forcefully forcing open her tight vaginal opening with a "squelch" as it entered her honeyed orifice.
"Ahhh!" A soft moan escaped Zhao Zhiran's lips as her jade-like feet tensed abruptly, her tender toes curling enticingly, like translucent pearls.
But the moment he entered, Luo Ming sensed something different. Her honeyed orifice gripped tighter and more tightly than usual, with a subtle, almost spasmodic contraction.
Clearly, Zhao Zhiran wasn't as relaxed as her face suggested.
Of course, a beautiful woman, one of unparalleled beauty and figure, a flawless perfection, appearing naked and unprotected before a group of men with their genitals dicks—how could she not be nervous? Even someone as intelligent and composed as Zhao Ziran was no exception.
…Especially after the nearly two unbearable experiences on this plane, Zhao Ziran fully understood her weaknesses.
She was both incredibly strong and extremely weak.
Through meticulous calculation, she could not only defeat the formidable Simon, but also emerge unscathed—even the worst-case scenario she envisioned, the loss of her virginity, did not occur.
But even if Simon took her virginity, she would not despair, even if the person she most desired to spend her night with was Xiao Dong.
She would only feel a slight regret for not being able to give up her virginity, because everything was under her control, like an incredibly precise machine, every gear and every connection so accurate that even if there were a price to pay, it would never be beyond her grasp…
But concern can cloud judgment. That incredibly precise machine, when she rushed over fearing Xiao Dong would fall into Simon's hands, had already begun to fall apart.
But she was used to everything being planned and under control. Even knowing there might be something fishy going on this trip, she still confidently believed she could adjust and control everything…
In fact, she could have resolved all the potential problems on Shiki Island. With Tang Shuyi's terrible acting skills, Luo Shaoheng and Tang Lin couldn't possibly have hidden themselves under her nose.
But when a fox, whose intelligence was not much less than hers and who harbored a little resentment, brought about the variable… it was like the first domino falling, sliding completely into unpredictable chaos.
So, on the plane, in front of three tall men, her weakness—only slightly stronger than the average woman due to her training, and likely to falter if she could handle more than two thugs—was completely exposed.
Especially when her last resort, hidden under her high heels, inexplicably failed, Zhao Ziran, with her intelligence, could instantly imagine what she was about to face.
However, when it actually happened, Zhao Ziran discovered…she was more powerless and vulnerable than she had imagined.
"Slap, slap slap…!"
Under the burning, piercing gazes of the black men, her vagina was relentlessly penetrated. The unusual tension made her tremble slightly, her vaginal muscles involuntarily clenching tighter, making the penis throb even more intensely. Even in this rear-entry position, Luo Ming's thick penis could still reach the very end of her vagina, lightly skimming the sensitive flesh of her cervix.
Zhao Ziran felt a rapid build-up of pleasure, a warm, tingling sensation spreading from her core to her uterus, finally transforming into a convulsive wave. The muscles in her thighs suddenly tensed, and her engorged vulva abruptly contracted, as if a juicy lychee had been crushed. A gush of translucent, viscous fluid sprayed out, a tiny speck even traveling several meters to land on the face of the nearest Black man.
The alluring fragrance, like orchids and musk, filled her nostrils. In a daze, the Black man felt as if he were in a sea of flowers, or a honeycomb. He dazedly licked the fluid-covered spot on his face, then his eyes widened, his breathing became heavy, his penis hard and throbbing, and his hands began to stroke him rapidly.
Shortly afterward, thick, viscous semen, resembling semi-solidified cheese, shot towards the plate on the ground. However, due to his posture or misalignment, most of the long stream of semen landed on the floor.
The amount that actually landed on the plate was negligible, practically insignificant.
However, as Zhao Ziran's moans grew increasingly suppressed, her head thrown back in whimpering sobs, and the sight of her exquisite, snow-white body being lifted as if being urinated on and brutally fucked from behind, the black men couldn't resist any longer. Dozens of hot, thick, swollen penises flew between their hands.
"Ha...!"
One, two, three, four—within a minute or two, dozens of white arrows shot through the air, vying to fall onto the plate. Even though the amount shot by each person was small, the vast majority was wasted on the ground.
However, the combined effect of dozens of tall, strong, naked black men was like a thick layer of flowing cheese covering the plate, a white, gooey mess at the bottom, while the rim of the plate was streaked with semen, almost completely obscuring the porcelain white.
The older Black man leaned closer, staring at Zhao Ziran's hips, while squatting down and panting as he stroked the plate. His movements quickened, and soon, with a hiss, thick spurts of semen gushed out, even splashing the pool of semen at the bottom of the plate.
Finally, like a chef, the Black man thoughtfully garnished the semen-soaked plate with a sprig of bright green rosemary…
Luo Ming couldn't help but grin, leaning close to Zhao Ziran's ear and whispering, "Zhao, my talented lady, your appetizer is ready…"