As the head of the cock reached the opening, it snagged momentarily; a wave of electric numbness shot straight to his brain, making ejaculation unstoppable. Unable to hold back any longer, he abandoned all restraint and thrust deeply; amidst wet, squelching sounds, his dark, lean shaft plunged back in to the hilt, beginning to pump with the speed of a shooting star. The old slave's cock appeared gaunt and lean, yet this offered a distinct advantage: upon erection, the veins and vessels bulged with striking prominence—coiling around the shaft like living, knotted dragons—creating a friction that scraped intensely against the inner walls during the act.
Jiang Yingji's reaction was unmistakable; her waist arched like a bow and her voluptuous hips swayed involuntarily, while the tender flesh of her pussy was tugged outward with every thrust, leaving droplets of erotic fluid in their wake.
*Slap, slap...*
The old slave grew even more aroused and pressed his entire body down upon her. Jiang Yingji's smooth, shapely legs—clad in sheer, light-coffee-colored stockings—were forced apart by his dark, muscular buttocks; spread wide in an "M" shape, they swayed rhythmically with his frenzied thrusting.
As the old slave drove his hips, the dark, thick cock slid in and out of her tender pussy. Wet, glistening fluids coated the lean shaft, turning it a milky white as if it were being baptized in precious nectar.
"Hah... Queen of Shanghai... this pussy is absolutely exquisite!"
The old slave growled in ecstasy, his cock plunging and churning rapidly. Her honeyed pussy was warm, wet, and melting, gushing with juices; every now and then, it would clamp down tight, suctioning the shaft with a grip that sent waves of tingling numbness through him.
"Mmm... ah... ngh..."
Amidst the thrusting, Jiang Yingji suddenly arched her long, creamy-white neck and let out a moan. Her eyelashes fluttered, a rosy flush rose to her cheeks, and her lips parted—she had been fucked to the point of orgasm.
Her stocking-clad feet—looking pale and hazy through the sheer fabric—instinctively rose onto their tiptoes, her toes curling and digging into the sofa cushions. The old servant hoisted her shapely legs—clad in sheer stockings—and pressed them against Jiang Yingji's fragrant shoulders, causing her voluptuous, pear-shaped buttocks to arch high into the air. Straddling the sofa, he moved his hips in a rhythmic, squat-like motion, driving his thick, dark cock straight up and down into her honeyed slit.
Her tender, pink flesh parted and flared as fluids gushed out in a stream; her full, round buttocks quivered and rippled like white waves under the impact.
*Thwack, thwack, thwack...*
His dark, thick cock hammered rapidly, plunging into her tight hole with wet, squelching sounds and the heavy thud of flesh against flesh.
Suddenly, a hissing gasp escaped the old servant's throat, and the veins bulged prominently on his withered neck. "Hnn... I'm cumming!"
His dark, gnarled cock remained buried deep within her shapely buttocks; his entire body froze, trembling slightly.
Moments later, the old servant's body slowly went limp. He released her legs, and his softening cock—no longer able to hold its place inside her contracting, honey-slicked slit—slid out along with the mixture of semen and her juices.
The prominent veins on his cock subsided, leaving it looking dark, shriveled, and wrinkled.
Panting heavily, the old servant wanted to keep fucking, but his frail body could no longer sustain such fiery desire... Yet, with the world's only "Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens" right there, why worry about an inability to get an erection?
He lowered his head again, his large mouth latching onto Jiang Yingji's ample, luscious breasts to suckle their sweet milk; slowly, a trace of heat began to stir in his body once more.
Yes, his body was indeed too weak to handle potent tonics, but surely the problem could be solved simply by releasing that energy in time? The old servant chuckled softly, alternating between the cherry-pink, engorged nipples; he sucked them until they elongated, causing the priceless "Mystic Peak Nectar" to overflow from the corners of his mouth.
He deliberately pulled at the soft, heavy breasts, stretching the tender areolas and nipples into a tapered, elongated shape—particularly the nipples, which his aged mouth had drawn out into swollen, crimson strips of flesh.
Only then did he release them, allowing the massive breasts—swollen and suspended like trembling, oval-shaped melons—to snap back into place. They heaved and swayed, sending out breathtaking waves of snowy flesh, while the tender, engorged nipples quivered and flung droplets of snow-white milk all over the old servant's body.
The air grew thick with a strange, intoxicating fragrance of breast milk; were a sick person to appear here, the very act of breathing the air would likely cure them!
This was no ordinary milk; it was a rare substance produced in small quantities only during the pregnancy of a "Pure Yin" body. Only Jiang Yingji could produce it in such abundance, given that she was a "Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens" who had also received the "Pure Yang Essence" from her husband.
It was an unprecedented, one-of-a-kind phenomenon, and the results were nothing short of miraculous.
Even the old servant's withered, dead-wood-like body found new life—like an old tree sprouting fresh buds—meaning any other depletion or injury could naturally be healed as well.
One could say that even a single drop was worth a fortune, yet here the old servant was squandering it so lavishly...
After finishing the milk, the old servant licked his lips, feeling his body swell with heat. He then lifted Jiang Yingji's voluptuous, supple body to sit facing him; cradling her full, honeyed buttocks, he lowered her down, guiding his engorged, dark cock inch by inch into her honeyed slit. The wet sounds of thrusting echoed once more within the secluded room; before long, the sounds of sucking and those familiar, alluring moans joined in, and the air in the small space grew heavy with the atmosphere of passion.