He felt as though he were indulging in a sumptuous feast. He had once seen the "Queen of Modu" in person at a banquet, dressed in full finery; she possessed an elegant, aloof aura, like a flower blooming on a snowy peak. He hadn't been qualified to approach or converse with her, so he could only watch from afar as she moved with grace, her porcelain-smooth legs playing hide-and-seek beneath the folds of her silk evening gown.
Her fair, exquisite feet were encased in stunning silver high-heeled sandals—shoes with slender heels and narrow soles, featuring only delicate silver straps across the instep. Her rounded, creamy-white insteps and toes were left completely exposed, and with every step, the rosy, lustrous edges of her soles were revealed to the world.
The long, graceful curves of her feet were displayed to perfection; her snowy feet flowed seamlessly into her white legs, unadorned and flawless. Even the glittering silver heels—shoes that would expose the slightest imperfection on an ordinary person—could not compete with the allure of her feet, serving merely as insignificant accessories.
With her hair swept up into an elegant, noble chignon and her evening gown flowing around her, Jiang Yingji—the Queen of Modu—looked every bit the true queen she was. Recalling that scene, Tang Lin felt a surge of mounting excitement; among the many high-ranking officials and dignitaries present back then, who hadn't coveted the "Queen of the Shanghai"? Yet, who else had ultimately managed to savor her so wantonly, just as he was doing now?
Tang Lin felt as though his cock was about to burst; he pressed her feet against his face, his tongue darting across the arches and the soles—skin as tender as an infant's bottom—before finally taking both of her long, shapely big toes into his mouth to suckle them simultaneously.
As Tang Lin sucked on those exquisite toes, he thought—perhaps it was merely an auditory hallucination—that he heard the Queen of the Shanghai moan a name in a voice trembling with nostalgia:
"Zhiyu..."
...
The beauty's body was sweet as honey; the intoxicating, musky-sweet fragrance of her skin left him utterly captivated.
Even after thoroughly licking the tender spaces between her toes, Tang Lin still wasn't satisfied.
He simply pressed the feet he held down toward the outer sides of Jiang Yingji's shoulders, then lowered his head to nibble at her long, slender neck, which glistened with a sheen of sweat. He sipped and licked from her collarbone up to her chin; even the sweat seemed sweet.
It was like a blend of flower petals, honey, and clear spring water—slightly viscous yet delightfully palatable.
Beads of sweat gathered on her towering, voluptuous breasts; as she trembled, the droplets rolled into her cleavage and down to the hollow of her throat, where Tang Lin's tongue lapped them up in a single sweep.
As if addicted, Tang Lin kept licking and sucking at her slender, graceful neck before moving past her chin to kiss her small mouth. "Mmm... no...!"
Unexpectedly, however, Jiang Yingji clamped her lips shut, refusing to let his tongue invade. Tang Lin could only plant a few haphazard, clumsy kisses on her chin and lips; unable to slip his tongue inside, he felt a sudden surge of irritation. It wasn't as if they hadn't kissed before—their tongues had practically melted together in a passionate tangle just moments ago—yet now she was denying him access.
A thought suddenly struck him; he grinned wickedly, pressed Jiang Yingji's shapely, straight legs together, and—holding her slender ankles with one hand—adjusted the angle to lift her hips higher.
Her snowy, voluptuous buttocks—round, ripe, and luscious as a peach—hung suspended in the air, an incredibly tempting sight.
Tang Lin's large hand suddenly swung down!
*Whack!*
A startlingly loud smack of flesh against flesh rang out as Tang Lin delivered a heavy slap to Jiang Yingji's full, snow-white left buttock. The impact sent the soft flesh rippling like waves across a pool of water, the vibrations causing the milky fluid nestled in her cleft to splash and spray outward.
"Ahhh...!"
Between those voluptuous, peach-like buttocks, her tight, pink, and tender anus contracted sharply—as if struck by an electric shock—accompanied by a high-pitched, strained moan that carried a hint of a tearful sob.
A glaring, bright red handprint—clearly showing five fingers—had appeared on those ample, upturned buttocks, which had previously been as smooth and flawless as white porcelain.
The "Queen of the Shanghai" continued to sob, her delicate body trembling; anyone witnessing this scene would have been dumbfounded—after all, this was the Queen of the Shanghai.
She was practically the ruler of the city's underworld, yet here was a vivid handprint on her snow-white, shapely backside, and she was moaning and sobbing like a helpless girl.
*Smack!*
Thrilled, Tang Lin swung his hand again, striking those round, fair, peach-like buttocks. The impact made her flesh ripple like waves and caused her entire body to shudder involuntarily; a whimper escaped her lips, and a sob nearly broke free.
Yet, between her plump labia, a sudden opening and closing motion occurred, and a gush of erotic fluids—mixed with traces of semen—flowed out in a steady stream.
Tang Lin said excitedly, "So, the ruler of the Shanghai's underworld turns out to be a slut whose pussy won't stop leaking the moment she gets spanked... Whew... I might as well just call you the 'Slut Queen'!"
*Smack!*
Tang Lin delivered another merciless slap.
Jiang Yingji let out a mournful cry—like the weeping of a cuckoo—and another spray of fluid spurted out. Tang Lin felt his cock swelling to the point of bursting; unable to hold back any longer, he pressed against the opening of her honey-sweet pussy and thrust his hips forward, driving his member inside with a wet, squelching sound. "Hiss... so tight!"
Tang Lin grimaced; the tender flesh of her honey-hole clamped down on him from every direction. Each fold of her inner flesh felt like a barrier, and as his massive cock thrust deep inside, it seemed to force its way through countless such gates.
He drove his cock in and out, pounding against her core; the heavy, wet sounds of their union mingled with her irrepressible moans.
Suddenly, he reached behind him and swung his hand in a wide arc, landing a resounding *smack* on Jiang Yingji's fair, rounded buttocks!
"Ahhh!"
Jiang Yingji shrieked, her voice thick with a sobbing tone.
Tang Lin gasped heavily as he suddenly buried his cock deep within her and held it motionless. The muscles across his buttocks and back tensed visibly; his massive scrotum contracted instantly, trembling with tension, while his breathing grew rapid and labored.