The old servant was filled with excitement. His soul had been forcibly fused into this body through the "Art of Spirit-Driving"; moreover, since this vegetative body possessed no innate consciousness of its own, it could perfectly accommodate his soul—making it the ideal vessel for him.
Yet, the old servant knew that while the "Xuanfeng Treasure Milk" and "Pure Yin Nectar" had successfully stimulated an erection, the body itself was far too frail; such intense stimulation could not last long.
Seizing the moment, the old servant thrust his hips forward, moving closer to Jiang Yingji's parted, jade-like legs.
That gaunt, vein-riddled cock—tipped with its pinkish-red glans—had barely brushed against her plump, luscious labia majora when it began to droop slightly. Growing anxious, the old servant clamped his mouth over her firm, flushed nipple and sucked greedily, drawing in the sweet, rich milk.
At the same time, he rubbed the glans—now revitalized and fresh—against the inner labia minora, which resembled the delicate tips of a clam shell. After the milk settled in his stomach, a warm heat began to spread through his belly, and his cock surged upright once more, as if infused with a sudden, potent burst of vitality. The old servant knew this was an opportunity not to be missed; he used both hands to spread apart her shapely, stocking-clad legs, aligning his cock with the opening of her tight pussy...
Watching the head of his cock part the thick, tender, and luscious labia—its dark shaft angled toward her beautiful slit, poised to breach the gateway—a flash of thrill and excitement crossed the old servant's eyes.
Surely, nothing would go wrong this time?
Holding his breath and driving his hips forward, the flushed head of his cock slid with a wet *shlurp* right into that slick, tight, and clinging pussy!
He had braced himself for heavy resistance and a difficult entry, yet his cock seemed to meet no obstruction at all; amidst the squelching sounds of wet friction, it drove straight in to the hilt, stretching the opening into a perfect circle as glistening juices gushed forth.
It was as if he had used too much force; in a flash, his cock vanished smoothly inside, burying almost its entire length—save for a small stub—deep within her.
The old servant's eyes widened in shock. As he truly penetrated the "Queen of Shanghai" for the first time, he realized that no amount of prior imagination could do justice to the exquisite quality of her honey-drenched pussy.
It was beyond words!
Words fail to capture the exquisite perfection of the Queen of Shanghai's pussy; it is simply beyond description.
I know all too well just how tight her pussy is. The entrance is shaped like an inverted teardrop; only by spreading the lips apart can one see the layers of translucent, glowing red flesh—intricate folds resembling a complex flower bud. Layer upon layer must be parted, yet the deep, pink, alluring cavern remains hidden from direct view.
It is like a series of fleshy rings that make even tonguing a challenge; the interior twists and turns like a narrow, winding mountain path, while countless soft, seductive folds bewitch the senses.
Her secret sanctuary combines the tightness of a young maiden with the voluptuous allure of a mature woman—yet all of that pales in comparison to a ripeness so lush and succulent it seems to drip with honey.
The moment I thrust inside, my cock was enveloped by that incredibly rich, warm, and slippery flesh. I could clearly feel the abundance of folds and the winding, overlapping contours of the vaginal canal—like a narrow, twisting path—yet the texture was as smooth and unctuous as melted cream; the dense, lubricated folds seemed to yield and open effortlessly, offering no resistance.
Yet, that ease was actually an illusion created by the sheer succulence of her tender flesh. It wasn't that Jiang Yingji's pussy lacked tightness; rather, it was so mature, lush, and rich—and so well-lubricated by her juices—that I was able to thrust all the way to the hilt with ease.
Even so, the pussy was incredibly tight and narrow. Countless willow-leaf-thin folds lay layered and curled within; the sudden expansion caused by my glans forcing its way into such a constricted space—stretching through all those soul-stirring folds—could not fail to have a profound effect.
The instant I penetrated her, a wave of melting, numbing pleasure washed over my cock. Overwhelmed by this intense ecstasy, I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, driving the final length of my shaft inside until the head of my cock jabbed deep into that lush, glistening core. "Mmm... ah!"
Jiang Yingji's body trembled slightly; her tight passage suddenly flooded with fluid, and the rich, velvety flesh of her walls seemed to surge inward from all directions. Distinct folds emerged, powerfully undulating and squeezing; a tingling jolt shot through the cock, and the pleasure spiked instantly!
The old servant finally experienced the most exquisite sensation of her intimate depths—shifting from unparalleled, buttery softness to a vice-like, suction-heavy grip that felt like a dual sensation of ice and fire.
He felt countless folds—like overlapping rings of tiny mouths—enveloping him from every angle, constantly writhing and clamping down. It was as if he were being caressed by innumerable slick, tender strips of flesh, leaving not a single gap of empty space.
Taking a deep breath, the old servant used his mental energy to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Bracing his arms against the sofa back, he arched his hips and thrust backward; as his cock fought against the suction to withdraw, it seemed to slightly lift her voluptuous, pear-shaped buttocks along with it.
With a wet *pop*, his dark, gaunt shaft finally slid out of her passage, dragging a ring of tender, pink inner flesh along with it—flesh so delicate it looked translucent, clinging to the shaft in successive, stretching layers.
Glistening with fluid, the flesh bloomed layer by layer, reminiscent of a lotus flower rising from the water.