Moreover, the closer to climax, the stronger and more subtle this musky fragrance became. Luo Qin often had to clean up after the unconscious Xuetang; even a day or two later, a faint, lingering orchid scent would remain on her fingers, stirring up all sorts of fantasies.
Although the penis before her had been washed, the sweet, lingering scent of vaginal fluid remained intense and intoxicating, as if one were directly inhaling Xue Tang's vagina. One could only imagine the intensity of Xue Tang's orgasm…
Luo Qin's heart skipped a beat, her chest pounding like a deer's.
She gazed at the larger, more imposing penis than ever before with almost reverent eyes, stretching her neck and pressing her face against it at an upward angle, her soft cheek against the hard shaft.
The burning sensation made her tremble slightly, yet she seemed reluctant to leave, gently rubbing her cheek. Her delicate nostrils flared as she inhaled the lingering musky fragrance and the pungent masculine scent of the penis…
Her small tongue emerged, slowly enveloping the nearly half-fist-sized scrotum, the upward curve of her neck perfectly mirroring the curved shape of the penis.
With a soft "slurp," Luo Qin opened her wet, sticky pink lips, trying to cover the large glans.
Her head sank down, swallowing only a third of the way before it reached her throat.
Luo Qin's cheeks slightly pointed, revealing two small dimples. Her red, tender lips pursed and sucked on the shaft, making her face appear longer. Her intense sucking looked extremely wanton.
"Mmm...tsk...slurp...slurp..."
Her lips rose and fell on the shaft, her small tongue sucking and swirling, coating the sticky saliva. The heat of the shaft seemed to make the thin saliva even thicker.
The sounds of swallowing and spitting produced unusually viscous, wet noises.
But Luo Shaowen was somewhat impatient. Having witnessed Zhao Zhiran's mouth, so exquisitely sweet and succulent, before her, this level of oral sex no longer aroused her much interest.
He only needed a woman to release his pent-up desire before heading to the secret base to unleash his full lust on the War Queen.
He lifted Luo Qin's slender waist, parted her legs, and slowly inserted his large, curved penis into her incredibly wet vagina, the hot, thick shaft pressing against her flesh, stretching open the slippery walls, coated in sticky, lustful fluid, as he wantonly ravaged and thrust in and out.
"Ahhhhh…!"
After only a few thrusts, Luo Qin suddenly opened her mouth wide, her eyes rolling back to reveal the whites of her eyes, her whole body arching like a shrimp emerging from water, her buttocks trembling violently, as if she were about to faint and die.
A steady stream of fluid dripped from her crotch, her snow-white thighs twitching.
She reached orgasm in an instant!
At the climax, the tight vaginal cavity squeezed like an axe, the uncontrollable spasms causing it to clench tightly. Even a man of average talent would likely not last long before ejaculating.
But Luo Shaowen showed little change in expression. The enhancement to his physique from the Pure Yang Heart was nothing short of transformative.
Now, only the War Queen could make him sigh with pleasure, even his anus contracting.
Luo Shaowen pressed the intercom, instructing his men to prepare the car. Then, he picked up Luo Qin and walked while fucking her, her juices flowing freely.
...
Luo Family Research Park.
Still in the secret research base, Zhao Ziran sat on the bed, separated from her older sister, Tang Lanyan, by a glass wall.
The stains left from their previous "battle" had been cleaned up. Tang Lanyan was lying face down on the bed, her back to Zhao Ziran.
Firm and rounded, seemingly filled with explosive muscles, yet lacking sharp muscle lines, the rounded buttocks were stretched exceptionally large and taut. The junction of the buttocks and thighs was deeply pressed together, creating two curved lines. The thigh muscles bulged like balls, contrasting with the smooth, slender lines of the legs.
That leopard-like agility, that indescribable sensuality, was immediately apparent.
Not to mention the slightly parted, rounded thighs, revealing the plump, slightly rosy lips between the firm, shapely buttocks. The lips were exceptionally full, pressed between the sculpted buttocks and thighs; if the woman stood up, even through her beautiful buttocks, one could see two closed, shell-like lips, swollen and protruding, a thin line sealing the peach-like hollow.
She possessed a strong mature charm, yet also the delicate, youthful beauty of a young girl.
During public showers, the team members couldn't take their eyes off her…
Looking past two large, rounded buttocks, the waist obscured by her hips, one was met with a bare, beautiful back. The deep spine seemed to converge, creating a delicate inverted triangle, each half a firm yet supple bulge of muscle. The shoulders and shoulder blades formed a lateral triangle, extending outwards with two strong, slender arms.
The entire back possessed a symmetrical, exquisite beauty reminiscent of butterfly wings. The undulating muscle lines were like the beautiful patterns on butterfly wings, and the outstretched arms were like the fully opened wings.
Beneath this butterfly-like back lay two mounds of flawless, round, snow-white flesh, bulging out from the ribs.
Her breasts, so supple and resilient, were almost every woman's dream. Even when she was lying face down, pinned beneath her, they didn't deform much, remaining almost perfectly round. The thickness of her breasts, like balloons about to burst, propped her upper body up high.
Thus, from her upturned buttocks to her shoulders, a deep, undulating curve appeared, the lines undulating, graceful and alluring.
The stains on her sister's body had been cleaned, so she didn't appear much different. However, Zhao Ziran knew that the people outside hadn't used any anesthetic gas when cleaning Tang Lanyan.
She was still in a deep sleep. Clearly, her once invincible sister was truly exhausted from being fucked.
Just like in this position, face down, arms at her sides, thighs subtly parted, her labia, though still closed, had a slightly pouting, unusually flushed pink rim.
It was clearly an unconscious, unusual sensation in her labia that caused her sleeping sister to assume this position.
Moreover, although the entire room was spotless and everything had been replaced with new items, the rack filled with soaked panties remained. It was covered in alluring, erotic lingerie; the sheer fabric, wrinkled and dried from vaginal fluid and semen, no longer dripping, yet still exuding a strong dampness.
It was hard to imagine the lewd scent it must have emitted.
It was a silent humiliation for her sister, who was even more proud than men.