Seeing Zhao Hao's stunned expression, Zhao Zhiran silently breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew the worst-case scenario hadn't happened. She knew Xiao Dong and her sister best; her sister would never give in.
But, they had brought her here—
Luo Shaowen's words resurfaced in her mind, and Zhao Zhiran gently bit her cherry lips.
Zhao Hao, his thoughts exposed, seemed to tremble slightly. Through her two snow-white, rounded breasts, Zhao Zhiran could see Zhao Hao's thick, swollen, almost bursting penis.
She saw two hands suddenly knead it, her two full, bee-like breasts, slightly flared in her half-reclining position, were immediately squeezed until they overflowed, the smooth, creamy flesh like snow, soaking into her fingers.
At first glance, it was hard to tell whether ten fingers were pinching her breasts, or her breasts were absorbing the strength of ten fingers.
What was certain was that Zhao Ziran's full breasts were being violently rubbed and deformed, her cherry-colored areolas, seemingly half-covered with the soft flesh of a chicken's head, being pinched and squeezed without restraint.
A tingling, stinging, and pleasurable sensation stimulated Zhao Ziran's nerves, causing her to involuntarily cry out, "Ah!"
The next moment, a hot, stimulating sensation came from her vaginal opening as a thick, hard penis forced its way in through her labia.
Layers of moist, tender flesh wrapped around her, giving the feeling of breaking through a thousand mountains in an instant; the wet, sticky flesh clung to her, like a baby's mouth tightly sucking.
Zhao Hao gasped in pleasure, lowering his head to kiss Zhao Zhiran's pointed nipple. Looking down, he saw her thick, delicate labia enveloping his large, erect penis. Her mons pubis, full and swollen, white and tender like a freshly steamed bun, was adorned with a sparse, light tuft of pubic hair, no bigger than a thumb, which was particularly alluring.
Apart from that, her labia were soft, moist, plump, and without a single curly hair.
They were remarkably similar to Tang Lanyan's. Zhao Hao took a deep breath, his excitement growing even stronger. He parted Zhao Zhiran's long, slender legs, spreading them wide from the ankles.
As sisters, Zhao Zhiran was tall and naturally no less slender than Tang Lanyan.
Her legs were indeed exquisitely proportioned and remarkably long, but unlike Tang Lanyan's legs, which possessed a powerful, lithe gait reminiscent of a female leopard, Zhao Zhiran's legs were perfectly proportioned, a harmonious blend of flesh and line, roundness and slenderness.
Her ivory-white, delicate skin glowed with a soft, rosy hue at the slightest touch.
At the end of her slender, shapely calves lay a pair of bare, delicate feet.
The soles of her feet were narrow and shapely, their beautiful form a smooth transition between a pale orange-pink and a lustrous white, as tender as if powdered.
Her toes, delicate and tender like ripe grapes, were slightly curled, their long, white pads curled together, exuding a captivating charm.
Zhao Hao couldn't resist lifting Zhao Zhiran's alabaster legs. Her calves, when pressed together, were slender and perfectly proportioned, so exquisitely long and lustrous.
He had already licked Tang Lanyan's feet; the soles were smooth and tender, unlike anything he could kick through armored steel.
However, beneath Tang Lanyan's soft, baby-bottom-like soles lay an indescribable power. This was evident when he nibbled on her arches and toes; Tang Lanyan's instinctive struggles were like those of a tender, lithe dragon.
Zhao Zhiran's feet, on the other hand, were as soft as cream. Both her soles and insteps were boneless, and no matter how he pinched or kneaded them, they were as supple and soft as delicate snowflakes, elastic and fleshy, slightly cool and moist, almost translucent.
As someone who had also been kicked away by Tang Lanyan, Zhao Hao, who had also awakened a strange desire, was mesmerized by these feet and buried his face between them.
While rubbing his face against her white feet, he licked and nibbled at her tender soles, fully experiencing the similarities between sisters, yet each possessing a wonderfully different perfection. His penis was throbbing so hard it felt like it was about to explode. And besides her delicate feet, upon closer inspection, he noticed a difference between Zhao Zhiran and Tang Lanyan.
In terms of biting, squeezing, and sucking with a desperate intensity, Zhao Zhiran was indeed inferior to Tang Lanyan.
However, Zhao Zhiran possessed an extreme "density." The moist and intricate folds of her vagina always tightly enveloped his large penis, sticky and clinging, without a single gap, yet not a tight grip, but a suffocating, finely dense embrace.
Thrusting into Zhao Zhiran's tender orifice didn't produce any loud "gurgling" sounds, but rather a series of soft, continuous "sizzling" sounds, like a thousand babies constantly sucking.
Zhao Hao was ecstatic. His chin rested against Zhao Zhiran's moist, soft, and delicate heels, as smooth as a peeled egg, her soles, like twin lotus blossoms, covered in wet, sticky saliva.
His lower body thrust wildly, as if possessed, the penis slid in and out of her vagina with a "whoosh," then plunged in completely with another.
The delicate folds of her flesh parted, the vaginal fluid sticky and slippery like oil, the constantly writhing vaginal walls like a gushing mouth, sucking and licking, the pleasure like ants gnawing at her waist, unbearably tingling.
"Slap slap slap!"
With each intense thrust, the pleasure rapidly piled up, the suffocating ecstasy growing ever stronger.
Zhao Hao bit down on Zhao Ziran's delicate toes, letting out a muffled roar, his semen being drained almost completely like an arrow released from a bow.
As if all his strength had been drained away, Zhao Hao collapsed limply onto Zhao Ziran.
A pair of full, smooth breasts, like elastic, moist sponges, gently lifted the man's heavy body, while the soft flesh overflowed like snowflakes, making them round and full.
Zhao Hao buried his face in Zhao Zhiran's beautiful shoulder, panting for a moment before greedily kissing her along her delicate collarbone, slender neck, chin, and cheek.
To Zhao Hao's surprise, Zhao Zhiran didn't turn away. Their lips met instantly, their four lips sticking together in a sweet, sticky kiss.