Suddenly, her warm, meltingly wet pussy clamped down hard; countless fleshy folds writhed like rolling waves against his massive cock, while the interior—feeling like a thousand tiny mouths—sucked and tugged incessantly. A gush of cool, viscous fluid surged forth amidst the vaginal spasms, drenching the head of his penis.
As the cool, intoxicating juices swirled within and the muscular walls churned and suctioned, his engorged, burning-hot cock seemed to meld perfectly with the slick, honey-like nectar enveloping it. He felt an overwhelming, electrifying numbness shoot through his shaft—so intense it bordered on a deadening tingle—while the heat building within his body was drawn outward and concentrated at the point of contact.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck... it feels so damn good!"
Tang Lin had no words to describe the sensation; he felt a thrill so intense it was like ascending to heaven.
His flushed, throbbing cock thrust wildly in and out of those voluptuous, quivering buttocks—ripe and succulent as a fresh peach. Like an enraged dragon, it slammed into her, sending waves of flesh rippling and undulating in a breathtaking display.
Droplets of nectar were whipped into the air, scattering like a spray of white stars.
"Haa... haa..."
His massive cock pumped furiously, stretching the outer lips, inner lips, and tender vaginal flesh in a wet, glistening spectacle; a coating of white juices slicked his shaft, while her ample buttocks were drenched in the fluid, stretching out silvery strands as the cheeks parted and closed—a scene of the utmost eroticism.
Yet, such high-intensity fucking—especially with the "Queen of Shanghai" climaxing, her juices coating his cock and her honey-hole clamping down with lethal tightness—was more than even Tang Lin could sustain for long; after a hundred or so thrusts, his body shuddered violently. His entire slick, engorged cock thrust deep into her honeyed depths; his seminal vesicles spasmed violently, and his body—feeling like a balloon stretched to its limit and suddenly punctured—shuddered uncontrollably. He ejaculated with such intensity that his back arched and his buttocks quivered, as if every drop of semen was being wrung out of him and pumped in a relentless torrent straight into Jiang Yingji's womb.
"Haa... I feel a bit dizzy..."
He held his position as he climaxed; moments later, his cock was still trembling inside her, and thick, viscous semen welled up and spilled from the gap between the shaft and her tight, honeyed opening. Tang Lin's vigor seemed to drain away, leaving him panting heavily.
"What is happening...?"
Tang Lin shook his head to clear the dizziness. He could still feel his cock being tightly suctioned by the "Queen of the Demon City's" intimate folds; countless ripples of tender flesh squeezed and kneaded him, clinging with a scalding, melting heat—the grip was so tight that he couldn't even pull his cock out.
His cock continued to tremble, and an aching, stinging sensation radiated from the tip all the way down to his testicles. It felt as though a steel wire were tugging at him, pulling bit by bit while delivering a mix of sharp stings, electric tingles, and intense pleasure.
Gradually, a sense of weakness grew within him. He had absorbed the power of Li Zhiyu from the space around them—a force that had poured into him like liquid mercury, so potent he could almost hear the roaring rush of blood and qi—yet now, the heat that had been spreading through his limbs was fading, and his spine began to feel strangely cold.
Meanwhile, the sensation of fluid filling her honeyed depths seemed to intensify—only then did Tang Lin's sluggish mind realize: he was *still* ejaculating.
No, it was more like an unstoppable draining of energy; the immense power that had previously intoxicated him was vanishing just as rapidly as it had arrived. Tang Lin's eyes widened in sheer terror, his entire body trembling uncontrollably; it was as if the frenzied passion that had driven his earlier, vigorous onslaught had vanished along with the surge of power he had so inexplicably gained.
"No!"
Tang Lin tried to withdraw his member, but the smooth, supple arms wrapped around his neck only tightened their hold. Terrified, he attempted to wrench himself free and retreat, only to find long, snow-white legs locked firmly around his waist.
As he lurched upward, he actually lifted Jiang Yingji right along with him!
It was a scene of bewitching, voluptuous allure:
A dark, muscular male physique—sturdy as an iron tower—heaved itself up from the bed, yet clinging to that powerful frame were two legs as white as frost and arms as smooth and tender as lotus roots.
Their lower bodies remained joined; his dark, thick shaft was buried deep within her snow-white, voluptuous, and shapely buttocks, seemingly propping them up.
Her slender, hourglass waist arched slightly; her suspended torso leaned back as her outstretched arms pulled taut. Her upper body formed an exquisite inverted triangle, pivoting at the waist into hips that swelled dramatically—curves more luscious than a perfectly ripened jade-white pear.
Her fair skin, glistening with a sheen of sweat, was as white as snow or silk, translucent and luminous as fine cream.
Her long, raven-black hair tossed upward before cascading down like a waterfall, framing her shapely waist and her plump, quivering white buttocks in a scene of poetic beauty.
*Thwack, thwack, thwack!*
Tang Lin's feet struck the floor as he stumbled backward several paces; the jade-like body clinging to him had to rely on the grip of her limbs for support, leaving her voluptuous form suspended in mid-air, swaying like a willow branch under the impact of the movement. With every step backward, her shapely, curvaceous body bounced rhythmically; as her voluptuous buttocks lifted, the large cock—coated in thick white fluid—was briefly exposed, only to be swallowed whole the next instant amidst the loud, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh!
"Too... too deep... ah... ah... ah...!"
Jiang Yingji couldn't help but arch her slender, alabaster neck and cry out, a flush of crimson rapidly spreading across her lovely face. With those few steps, the cock inside her twisted and thrust upward, slamming deep into her core; the intense, aching sensation radiated straight to her womb, making her feel as though she might lose control of her bladder.
Tang Lin felt her tight passage suddenly clamp down with extreme force; the slick, melting folds of her flesh latched onto him, squeezing, writhing, and sucking with a rhythmic, intensifying contraction.