Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a pair of large, burning hands that had slipped onto her waist. Zhao Ziran felt a sudden lightness in her body, and she was abruptly pulled onto the bed by the strong body behind her.
Her two long, smooth, fair legs were parted from the inside by the man's thighs.
Her full, firm breasts, like a wasp's belly, were instantly covered by large, fan-like hands. Ten hands engulfed the delicate, snow-white flesh of her breasts, the price being a violent distortion.
The budding, pink areolas, the pert, delicate cherry-red nipples, peeked out from between the fingers, proudly pointing upwards, being kneaded, pulled, and wantonly played with along with the flesh.
"Ah…!"
The nipples, long submerged in the areolas, were extremely delicate and sensitive, engorged and erect, like two dewy candy stems, as tender as peeled cherries, covered only by a thin film of water.
Afterwards, they were like bouncy, soft candies, standing firm at the nipple no matter how much they were touched or teased, even becoming harder with engorgement, as if pulsating on the fingertips.
A forceful twist, a violent stretch, stimulated Zhao Ziran's senses like a conductor's baton.
This caused her exquisite body to tremble and quiver, uttering soft, wanton cries.
Hurry... move a little...
Beneath the snow-white, plump mons pubis, two fleshy, moist labia, beneath the hot, large, sharply defined glans resembling a black plum, were like a hot knife slicing through soft, moist butter.
With a "whoosh!" it was stretched open without any resistance, the large penis plunging deep into the honeyed depths, a glistening, cloudy vaginal fluid shamefully squeezing out from the sides of the labia as the massive member entered.
"Slap, slap..."
A thick, erect, massive, swollen penis thrust in and out relentlessly, slamming against Zhao Ziran's plump, rounded buttocks. Her two long, slender legs swayed wildly with each thrust.
One of her high heels was nearly knocked off, revealing her soft, rounded, rosy heel and delicate, white sole; only the toe clung precariously to her toes.
If not for the continuous thrusting, her toes would have already slipped off.
The hot, hard glans pressed against her clitoris, while the man's hand moved down, tracing the sparse, light pubic hair on her fertile mound, pressing against the amber-like, translucent, pinkish-red clitoris.
Both Tang Lanyan and Zhao Zhiran possessed remarkably fertile vulvas. Normally, their two plump, snow-white labia majora were tightly closed, concealing everything inside, appearing from the outside as a thin slit like a young girl's, almost completely obscuring the clitoris.
However, as mature women, when aroused, their thick, tender labia would swell and engorge, slightly parting to reveal bright red, tender labia, moist and glistening, like an alluring flower inviting contemplation!
Tasting the clitoris nestled within, it naturally swelled and swelled, its color a glistening, bright red.
The incredibly delicate clitoris peeked out, erect like a pink pearl embedded in the edge of the vulva.
A large hand pressed against it, moistening it with nectar, kneading and rubbing. In just a few strokes, it became even more swollen and erect, like a baby's outstretched finger, soft and delicate, pressed and kneaded by rough fingers, wantonly turned and twisted.
"Aaaaaah...!"
Zhao Ziran seemed to have been electrocuted. Her entire body tensed into a beautiful, rigid curve, her legs suddenly straightening, throwing off her high heels.
Her five delicate toes spread wide, like blooming flowers!
"So good!"
Tang Lin tilted his head back in ecstasy. His honeyed orifice suddenly contracted and writhed violently. Even without moving, the dense, moist folds of flesh squeezed in wave after wave, like continuous waves brushing and biting at his entire penis.
Ring after ring of writhing folds, they swallowed and sucked his penis little by little.
Even though the glans had already pushed the flower core completely, leaving no gap, it was still slowly pushing inward…
The opened flower core, even more plump and firm, gripped the blunt tip of the glans tightly, constantly overflowing with a thick, slippery liquid, strangely cool, like a baby spitting out milk.
This sensation was vastly different from that in the tender vagina; it was much tighter, more tingling, more urgent, and filled with intense pleasure.
Tang Lin let out a low growl, his entire penis convulsing violently. Overwhelmed by a melting pleasure, he uncontrollably ejaculated all his remaining semen in one gushing out, a massive amount exploding within the tender flower core in an instant.
Like a fiery stream, it hissed as it pierced the flower core, countless active offspring vying to swim into the womb, eager to settle and make their home there.
A surging, burning sensation flooded her uterus, an intense tingling, stimulating, and fiery heat with no outlet. The aching heaviness reached its peak, and her entire flat abdomen twitched slightly.
Her labia parted, the tender flesh twitching gently. All the aching sensation was concentrated there, and her urethra suddenly tingled, just like her sister Tang Lanyan's, a thin silver waterfall gushing forth between her labia.
With a dazed scream, the gurgling sound abruptly increased, the urine tracing a beautiful arc, shooting a meter or two away!
It even left a breathtaking, wet trail.
But in that moment of dazed absorption, when Zhao Zhiran's mind went unusually blank, her thoughts weren't on any escape.
But rather… something else.
If Xiao Dong really found the Luo family father and son, would he discover… those hidden secrets?
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Almost at the same moment.
Li Dong, who had been having nightmares all night, threw back the thin blanket, feeling a sticky sheen of sweat on his body. He felt a strange sense of disorientation, as if he had lost something extremely important and precious.
Suddenly, it felt as if his soul had been ripped away.
Fragments of memories from the night flashed back, so lewd and absurd, things that should never have happened, yet felt so real, as if he had witnessed them firsthand.
A lingering sense of loss filled him, like a drowning person instinctively clutching at anything precious and valuable.
For Li Dong, Xue Tang, sleeping beside him, was undoubtedly the most precious and cherished thing.
Every morning, waking up to see Xue Tang sleeping beside him filled him with a deep sense of emotion.
Seven years had passed, almost everything had changed, yet he could still wake up in the same bed with Xue Tang, seeing her flawless profile—it felt like a dream, too surreal and beautiful.
Especially in the dead of night, when he sees his beloved with furrowed brows, sometimes tight, sometimes relaxed, like delicately drawn eyebrows, alluring and captivating, and hears her sweet murmur, "Li Dong... silly boy..."
The sweetness in his heart is like a ripe tangerine bursting open, irresistibly permeating his body and soul.
Even if he gazes at her forever, he could never get enough of her.
"Hmm?"
But now, the thin blanket beside him has been pulled back, and Xue Tang's graceful figure is gone.
However, Li Dong doesn't panic, because the faint, sweet fragrance lingering in the room, and the slightly wrinkled sheets from where he slept, are enough to prove that the beauty was indeed there last night.
He comes to his senses, letting out a slight sigh of relief, only then realizing that almost every part of his body is sticky.
Last night's dream was too torturous.
Li Dong throws back the covers and gets out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.
But as soon as he reached the bathroom door, he heard the soft, rustling sound of water splashing inside.
Xue Tang was taking a bath in there?
"Mmm..."
Suddenly, he heard a suppressed, almost sobbing moan coming from the bathroom.
It was Xue Tang's voice; that melodious, alluring tone—he couldn't be mistaken.
Hearing Xue Tang cry, his heart tightened. Could it be that Xue Tang had fallen and injured herself while bathing?
However, his tension and doubt didn't last long.
Because the continuous, strained breathing, like clenched teeth, and the soft, weeping moans coming from the bathroom, sounded like crying, yet mixed with a sweet, satisfied moan.
He stood listening for a while; those sweet, seductive breaths and short, tearful moans felt like knives piercing his heart.
Leaving him utterly devastated.