However, Jiang Yingji's figure was so exquisite and graceful, voluptuous and shapely. Not only was her waist and breasts large, but her hips were also full and rounded, her breasts extending far beyond her shoulders—the most perfect hourglass figure, with prominent curves and overlapping peaks.
Her tender vagina was so tight that only a skinny, bony girl could compare. If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad; this large penis had tasted countless vaginas… The key was that the numerous folds of flesh in her honeypot, each one seemingly overlapping and twisting, sucking and pulling, could even feel completely different on the upper and lower parts of the penis.
Sometimes like fine bristles brushing, sometimes like a tightly bound rubber band, the vaginal fluid filling the slippery folds seemed to possess a special magic; the longer it soaked, the more numb the penis became, intensifying the pleasure.
Of course, the most lethal weapon was the plump, soft, and incredibly tender little mouth deep inside the vagina. It not only expelled a numbing liquid but also sucked at the glans, like biting directly at the urethral opening to draw out semen—the pleasure was like scraping bones.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
Xiang Anping arched his back and hips, slowly and deliberately withdrawing, pulling back to the entrance, then inserting halfway in. Every ten thrusts, he only penetrated to the deepest point, both to arouse the queen's desire and to allow himself to catch his breath.
You see, no matter how rich his achievements, no matter how powerful his penis, in a state of excessive excitement, a moment of carelessness could cause semen to be squeezed out by the Queen's vagina.
Regardless, his penis seemed extraordinary. After being soaked in the honeyed fluid for so long, it became increasingly hot and vigorous, subtly swelling, stretching the tender flesh as it thrust in and out.
"Ah, ya..."
Jiang Yingji raised her long, slender neck, which was already glistening with fine beads of sweat. Her delicate, white chin was slightly raised, her red lips parted, and she let out a seductive moan, her eyes glazed over.
Xiang Anping's throat bobbed slightly. While continuing his thrusting, he bent over and found Jiang Yingji's pointed, rounded chin, kissing her smooth cheek before capturing her slightly pouting, luscious red lips in a passionate kiss.
"Sizzle~ Mmm, ooh, sizzle~"
After a long, passionate kiss, as the thrusting intensified, Jiang Yingji had to wrap her arms around Xiang Anping's back for balance. Their necks were intertwined, their ears close, and they kissed every now and then. Before their lips had even parted, her snow-white neck was already covered with several hickeys.
"Ah, Anping...you're so naughty~ bullying your godmother~"
"How...how can I go to...the banquet like this?"
He fantasized about the cold, elegant, and aloof queen of Shanghai, her swan-like neck covered in cherry blossom-like kiss marks, attending among celebrities...
Xiang Anping felt his penis throbbing as if it were about to burst. He panted like a wild beast, burying his face in the crook of the queen's neck and kissing her repeatedly, "Just like this... *smack*..."
As he spoke, he left another crimson kiss on her alabaster skin.
His swollen, hard penis moved in and out of her slippery, wet vagina, faster and faster. Raindrops splashed, white fluid flowed, and the flesh below the vulva was stretched into a pink membrane, sometimes rolling, sometimes stretching with each thrust. A layer of thin, milky white fluid coated the area from the opening to the perineum.
Her anus, a deep crimson, resembling a pale rose chrysanthemum, was overflowing with slippery white fluid, which had even formed a white stream running down her buttocks. A large, wet patch of her cheongsam hung beneath her, rendering any talk of not getting her clothes dirty meaningless.
Xiang Anping's head slid down her snowy neck, tearing the cheongsam open with his teeth. The thin, supple silk was no match for the even harder teeth. With a tearing sound, two mounds of plump, snow-white breasts eagerly burst forth, their lower edges still held in place by the fabric, appearing even more rounded and high, filling the space between her armpits.
"Sizzle...pop~"
Xiang Anping plunged his head between the round, soft breasts. These enormous breasts, so full and voluptuous, seemed almost as big as his head; burying himself in them felt suffocating.
But that warm, moist valley, that rich, sweet scent of milk, was enough to make one willingly drown within it.
He took a mouthful of the swollen, bright red nipple and sucked deeply, drawing the smooth, supple areola into his mouth as well. The areola of the Shanghai Queen was slightly large, like a raised brim of a hat, with only slight, shallow bumps at the edge, like raindrops spreading across a cherry blossom bud, its color like that of a young girl, yet possessing an indescribable mature charm.
After a few more kisses, Xiang Anping sucked on the nipple and lifted it upwards, instantly stretching the full, plump orb into a slightly oval-shaped pointed tip, revealing the abundance of her breast flesh.
"Ah, ah... Anping~ No... don't suck there..."
The Queen of Shanghai twisted her serpentine waist, her lower abdomen suddenly trembling slightly. As she released Anping, her breasts bounced back, rippling with astonishing waves. More nectar gushed from her honeyed orifice, making the passage slippery and oily. The tender vaginal walls, seemingly reaching a small peak, created an even stronger inward suction force.
Caught off guard, his glans was firmly sucked and bitten several times by her clitoris, both trembling with pleasure.
With the flow of lustful fluids, Xiang Anping could barely hold back. He stood up, panting heavily, embracing Jiang Yingji's graceful body, and began a vigorous thrusting motion with his back to the dressing mirror.
The sudden tightening of her jade-like hands on his back, accompanied by soft, seductive moans, rang out. Jiang Yingji rested her head on Xiang Anping's shoulder, their ears rubbing together, perfectly positioned to see the erotic scene reflected in the dressing mirror.
A young man's healthy body was draped with a disheveled, flushed, and exquisitely shaped body. Her long, snow-white legs were wrapped around his waist, their full, shapely curves a feat even ancient Greek sculptors could not replicate. Her feet were entwined in a wanton manner, her high heels pointing high.
One of her high heels was half-removed, hooked on the toe, revealing a small, pink heel, swaying like a seesaw in a park with each vigorous thrust.
A pair of long, slender, snow-white hands were wrapped around the man's back, her fingers, adorned with bright red nail polish, almost digging into his flesh. Resting on her shoulder was a woman with a pointed chin, her delicate, beautiful oval face flushed, her cherry lips parted, panting softly.
Her long, curved eyelashes fluttered like fans, her beautiful, dark eyes shimmering with a hazy light, her entire stunning face filled with an indescribable allure and desire.
"Is...it me?"
For a fleeting moment, her husband's cheerful smile seemed to flash before her eyes. Shame and lust mingled into an intense pleasure, her vagina tightening as if biting and seizing.
"Hoo..." Xiang Anping shuddered, his vigorous thrusting halting, maintaining the deepest union. The muscles in his buttocks contracted uncontrollably, his scrotum throbbing, clearly pouring thick semen into her.