When he heard about his "mother's" plight, Zhao Ziran's chest rose and fell slightly, her two soft, creamy breasts gently rubbing against Andrei's hairy chest. The man's words faltered, and his temperature rose again. A hot, throbbing, massive penis, as thick as a child's arm, was positioned between Zhao Ziran's legs.
With each throbbing, heat seemed to travel to her crotch, making her vagina increasingly wet and hot, the glans already slick with fluid.
The jade-like breasts pressed against Andrei's chest could feel his heavy heartbeat. The area where their breasts met became the hottest spot on his body; the intense heat made even the sweat between his breasts feel sticky. Beads of fragrant sweat clung to his snow-white mounds, slowly sliding down his delicate collarbone.
Andrei sensed something and struggled slightly, arching his back as if to rise.
Zhao Zhiran, however, wrapped her arms around the man's thick neck, slightly lifting his breasts from their pressed position.
She whispered in Andrei's ear, "Don't leave, they...are watching."
Andrei instantly understood, his bear-like body pressing down again, causing the waterbed to dip. Zhao Zhiran tilted her long neck back and softly murmured, "Mmm~".
The two pressed even closer together. Her large, snow-white breasts, though pressed against Andrei's chest like dough rising from a boil, stubbornly maintained their elasticity, creating a height of nearly one and a half circumferences. The writhing, rubbing motion brought a tantalizing, stimulating pleasure that caused them to gasp and moan simultaneously.
Zhao Ziran's two smooth, porcelain-like legs spread along Andrei's broad waist, wrapping around his thick frame like flawless jade belts. In this position, his enormous, fiery penis rested precisely between her moist, glistening labia.
The glans, about the size of a goose egg, with its upturned coronal sulcus resembling a blunt, purplish-red mushroom, stretched taut, its delicate flesh blooming. Her plump labia held the tip of the penis, the oily, moist flesh like melt-in-your-mouth cream, soft and supple, with a subtle, almost imperceptible suction.
Seeing that Andrei seemed to be still enduring, Zhao Ziran's beautiful eyes flashed, and she proactively thrust her hips upwards. With a "whoosh," the large glans was half-inserted into her tender, beautiful orifice.
Both Zhao Ziran and Andrei trembled slightly. The thick, hard, swollen, and burning hot penis, following the suction force, slowly penetrated to its deepest point under the layers of moist, slippery vaginal walls.
When the soft, creamy flesh at the bottom of her vagina was tightly held and pressed against the large glans like a small mouth sucking on the urethral opening, there was still nearly a fist's length of the arm-thick penis that remained unintegrated into the tender orifice.
The unusually thick and powerful shaft stretched the labia apart, bulging and pressing against her thighs. The lower corner of the vulva was stretched thin and taut, almost transparent, forming a large O-shape.
A trickle of white fluid seeped from the clam's mouth, exceptionally lewd and alluring.
Zhao Zhiran, embracing the giant bear, met his panting breaths, her eyes reddening, and whispered, "I'm not your... Mother, you can't ruin me~"
Zhao Zhiran's "teasing" wasn't empty talk. Even facing Andrei's only penis, thicker than a black man's, it might not be able to damage Zhao Zhiran's tender orifice.
Just as Luo Ming had thought, Zhao Zhiran, truly focused on lovemaking, displayed intelligence beyond anyone's imagination.
You must know that a girl's vaginal walls are composed of tough muscle bundles and tender, creamy flesh. When not engorged with blood, they are tightly closed, barely wide enough for a little finger to pass through. Even if forcibly pried open, the rounded cervix and tender pistil can be felt with a finger.
But after arousal, the folds of flesh stretch, nearly doubling the vaginal length, easily accommodating even a large penis, allowing for free movement…
Even a newborn infant can pass through the vagina, a stark contrast to the barely perceptible passage of a young girl's finger.
And this is simply something every woman can do, something utterly ordinary.
This innate ability is controlled by the subconscious… Zhao Zhiran can take control of her subconscious. The vaginal walls, which normally passively endure intrusion, become almost sentient under her control, no longer resisting the penis's thrusts.
The tight, resilient muscles that should strongly resist penetration instead soften and open, becoming as tender as a baby's vagina, unlike other women who might try to reject it. No matter how tough the transverse muscles of the vagina may be, how could they possibly withstand Andrei's hot, scalding, arm-hard penis?
So even a middle-aged, voluptuous Russian beauty was nearly torn apart by the force of the penetration, her tender orifice unable to close for a long time, blood and semen dancing together, a shocking sight.
But Zhao Ziran could perfectly accommodate this thick penis. The moment it pierced her honeypot, Andrei felt as if he had broken through a pool of melted, creamy cheese. His honeypot offered almost no resistance, allowing the large penis to penetrate all the way in.
But that didn't mean it was loose. As the penis entered, the numerous tender folds and buds within her honeypot clearly emerged, like concentric rings of writhing, squeezing touches, almost giving Andrei the feeling of being submerged in the deep sea, swept and washed by countless warm currents, unable to convulse.
"Hiss..."
Andrei's eyes widened. Any woman he'd ever known before, no matter how wet or tight her vagina, felt like fragile porcelain beneath his massive penis. A few more thrusts and it seemed she'd shatter with a "bang."
The slightest carelessness, and her vagina would be left gaping, bleeding profusely, a stream of semen—a scene that always evoked memories of the past.
It intensified his pain, making him feel like a wild beast in sheep's clothing, completely out of place with everyone.
The raging fire of lust within him had almost never been extinguished, only suppressed deep within him like an ascetic.
That's why he'd so easily unleashed this beast of greed…
Until now, with Zhao Ziran… enjoying that unprecedented, wonderfully full embrace, instead of the unfulfilling feeling of forcibly squeezing into a bleeding wound, each thrust tearing it apart further.
He knew... this girl really wouldn't be ruined by him.