At the moment of the slap, her pussy clamped down with such intensity it was enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. The tender, melting softness of her "paradise" transformed in a flash into a suffocating, vice-like grip that left absolutely no room to maneuver.
The shift was sudden and overwhelming—more intense than anything he had experienced even at the peak of orgasm. His cock was besieged by countless distinct, gripping folds of flesh that emerged from within her creamy depths; it felt like a thousand tiny mouths latching on at once, or like tentacles squeezing and twisting around the shaft. It was a sensation of extreme contrasts—like swinging between scorching heat and freezing cold—delivering an indescribable, ecstatic pleasure.
Now, her vagina began to pulse—sucking and releasing in a gentler rhythm. It was as if those countless tiny mouths had changed tactics, switching to licking his cock with their tips. Every inch of his shaft was enveloped by these soft, undulating "tongue-tips," creating a continuous, soul-melting sensation of bliss. Tang Lin finally caught his breath; the intense clenching had left her tight little hole slick and brimming with fluid, allowing the "tip" of her inner flesh—lubricated by thick, aroused juices—to cling even more adhesively to his massive cock.
"Fuck... I almost came from that squeeze!"
"It's tighter than during an orgasm... So, the 'Queen of Shanghai'—feared by everyone—is actually afraid of getting spanked!"
"Hah... Tell me, are you scared of getting spanked?"
As he spoke, Tang Lin placed his hand on the smooth, pale, and recently spanked buttock, feigning a strike; to his surprise, Jiang Yingji's bottom began to tremble visibly.
"Please... don't... hit me..."
She lifted her head, her cheeks flushed pink and strands of hair clinging to her lips; she bit her lower lip, exuding a poignant, indescribable beauty. Her gaze fell upon the bright red handprint, betraying a fleeting look of bashful vulnerability and distress.
Tang Lin was momentarily stunned, then surged with excitement; he realized he was likely the first man ever to spank the Queen of Shanghai.
Naturally—after all, the dignified Queen of Shanghai wouldn't just let anyone spank her. Yet, he failed to notice Jiang Yingji's gaze shift away, a flash of nostalgia and unshed tears flickering in her eyes.
Tang Lin let out a lewd chuckle; he shifted from a gentle pat to a firm smack, kneading her round, plump buttocks vigorously before lowering his head to kiss her mouth.
"Ah... Mmph... *slurp*..."
Jiang Yingji seemed reluctant to let him kiss her, but Tang Lin squeezed the spot he had just spanked a little harder. The moment she couldn't help but cry out, he parted her red lips with his tongue and plunged into a deep kiss. He finally tasted the sweet nectar of the "Queen of the Shanghai" once more; his broad tongue churned and swirled ceaselessly, while her cherry-red lips and his thick lips fused together seamlessly—mirroring the union of their lower bodies—as the four lips ground against one another in a continuous, intimate friction.
The sounds of sticky, saliva-slicked kisses mingled with soft gasps and low moans escaping their nostrils, creating a symphony of lust that resonated throughout the room.
His hand brushed past a certificate bearing the name "Li Zhiyu"...
Perhaps it was merely an illusion, but a wave of sultry, heated energy began to stir, gradually permeating the entire room...
After a long, deep kiss, her honeyed cavern wrapped tightly around his cock, its inner walls writhing and clenching rhythmically.
Tang Lin's breathing grew heavy; for some reason, he felt an intensifying heat rising within his body. He sensed a strange energy gathering near his cock, threatening to draw out a mysterious essence he had painstakingly accumulated.
Instinctively, he felt this change boded ill and grew wary—but the very next moment, all his caution vanished into thin air.
A pair of smooth, slender, alabaster arms—supple as a serpent—coiled around the back of his neck. He felt the soft, powdery touch of her skin against his lower back as she pulled him close, her long legs wrapping around his waist in a passionate, clinging embrace.
"Haa... Mmm... so deep..."
Her sultry, breathless moans—accompanied by a sweet, fragrant breath—whispered into his ear, intoxicating his senses.
Inside her honeyed depths, countless hot, slick, and undulating folds clamped down on him from every direction, the sensation so exquisite that his own sphincter clenched tight in response. Tang Lin was reaching his limit; unable to withstand the powerful, vacuum-like suction of her contracting inner muscles, he simply threw his full weight into the act. He hoisted her shapely legs onto his shoulders, pinned her ample breasts with his knees, and lifted her snowy buttocks high, driving his rock-hard, searingly hot cock deep into her honeyed depths.
Casting all restraint aside, Tang Lin braced his arms against the bed and thrust his hips with the rapid, relentless rhythm of a wound-up spring.
His massive cock pistoned in and out of her wet, tight passage, creating thick, squelching sounds—a sensation akin to struggling to pull a foot from deep mud, yet also like a pile driver relentlessly hammering into a narrow, incredibly tight, and slick tunnel that clung to him with a powerful suction.
"Ah... ah... mmph... ah-ah!"
Jiang Yingji screamed, a sound laced with a sob that seemed to erupt from the depths of her throat—an expression of both unbearable pleasure and desperate urgency.
Tang Lin was overcome with ecstasy. Bracing his arms on either side of the "Queen of Modu's" head, he leaned down to lock lips with her again. Their mouths tangled fiercely, and to his delight, she actively responded, meeting his tongue with her own.
It was a wild, deep kiss; they shifted angles, sucking and grazing lips and chins, accompanied by the thick, wet sounds of their mingling saliva. "Mmph... cum for me... cum for me..."
As their lips parted, the Queen of Modu arched her slick, snowy neck, panting tearfully and moaning shamelessly.
Amidst the feverish haze consuming his mind, Tang Lin thought he heard a name whispered at the end—"Yu"—but he could no longer process anything else.
He moved like a wild bull, his muscles bulging as he thrust his hips with furious speed, driving his cock in and out like a pile driver while her snowy legs rode upon his back. *Squelch... squelch... slap... slap...!*
Tang Lin felt a searing heat, as if his blood were boiling; his cock swelled furiously, and he sensed that the intensity of this ejaculation would surpass anything he had ever experienced in his life—reaching a level of unprecedented ferocity!