Making sugar requires technique.
Although fresh sugarcane juice has a high sugar content, it contains many impurities. As water evaporates during heating, foam naturally surfaces.
To ensure the quality of the final syrup or sugar blocks, constant stirring and skimming are necessary.
Not to mention controlling the heat—keeping it low and slow—and stirring constantly to distribute heat evenly and prevent burning.
And even less to mention doing all this while being fucked.
Standing behind Yitong, Chuck thrust slowly but solidly.
"Oh... ohhh, slow down Hubby... you, you're too big..."
Yitong's soft, snowy lower abdomen bulged rhythmically. Fluids trickled down her inner thighs. Her fleshy buttocks were deformed by Chuck's hips, yet she kept one hand on the stove edge for stability and the other firmly gripping the ladle, stirring the juice relentlessly.
To fulfill her bitch dream, she persevered even as Chuck fucked her senseless.
"Shut up and do your job."
Chuck held her mature buttock with one hand and squeezed her bouncing breast with the other, maintaining a steady rhythm.
Not fast, not slow. Not light, not heavy.
Rich feminine musk and milk scent filled the kitchen. Sticky, thick milk accumulated in Chuck's palm. While thrusting, he released her breast and tasted the sweet liquid on his hand.
He raised an eyebrow.
The main reason he processed their milk into cheese was that, besides him, the other women refused to drink it.
Not because of taste, but psychology.
But arguably, the taste wasn't good enough.
Though their island diet was decent, it was monotonous. If a drink tasted as good as premium bubble tea, psychological barriers would vanish.
Chuck enjoyed their unique flavors, but the more he drank, the more he felt something was missing.
In this sugar-scented kitchen, he realized.
Sweetness.
The milk's natural sweetness was nice, but added sugar—especially natural cane caramel—would elevate it.
Then, even the hesitant women, and perhaps Yitong and Janet themselves, wouldn't be able to resist.
The idea seemed perfect. Chuck sped up, his hot dragon pressing against Yitong's mature gate repeatedly, making her fleshy legs and rosy feet tremble violently.
Slap-slap-slap-slap...
Bubble-bubble...
Amidst the stirring of dragon and ladle, the juice concentrated, and the puddle beneath Yitong's feet grew.
Finally, at her limit, the mature beauty gripped the stove edge, let out a broken scream, and climaxed.
"Can't take it... Hubby, I'm coming, coming OHHH HOOOO—"
Snowy milk leaked naturally, soaking her apron and nearly dripping into the pot.
Yitong's knees buckled. She sank, nearly collapsing, but Chuck caught her hot armpits, steadying her.
"Enough, Baby. Don't torture Yitong like this. What if she gets burned? Let Mommy help you~"
A magnetic, seductive voice sounded from behind.
Chuck turned to see Janet, fresh from work, biting her lip and watching them with lust-filled eyes.
Looking down, Yitong's neck was flushed, her fleshy body trembling, eyes misty and near unconsciousness.
If he continued, he'd have to stir the sugar himself.
Luckily, strong backup arrived.
"Okay, come in."
Chuck nodded and withdrew.
Yitong moaned again, regaining some clarity. She looked back gratefully at Janet, then refocused on stirring the thickening syrup.
Her ally's timely intervention relieved the exhausted Yitong, leaving only gratitude.
"Hehe~"
Janet giggled, shedding her jacket and the massive bra beneath.
Clothes hit the floor. In a blink, the red-haired mare was naked, swaying her sweaty, glistening body as she walked seductively to Chuck.
She raised a hand, blue eyes teasing, and gently rubbed the dragon head still slick with Yitong's nectar.
"My strong baby... what position do you want with Mommy this time?"
Chuck thought briefly, then smirked wickedly.
Smack.
He slapped Yitong's ass, sending ripples through the flesh and eliciting a moan of pleasure.
"Bitch, stick your ass out."
Yitong trembled, looking back obediently.
"...Yes."
She stepped back, arching her soft waist into a thrilling curve. Her sweat-slicked, post-battle butt stuck high in the air, revealing the wet forest and pink depths.
Janet blinked, surprised. "Baby, you're..."
"Lie on her ass. I'm fucking both of you."
Chuck squeezed Janet's snowy breast hard, milking it instantly. A different rich milky scent filled the air, and Janet cried out in pleasure.
"OHHH—YES!"
Chuck's words ignited Janet's fire. She stepped forward without hesitation, grabbing Yitong's waist.
She leaned her fleshy upper body down, cheek almost touching Yitong's butt. Her equally massive white ass stuck high in the air, shaking a dazzling white wave at Chuck.
"Come on, Baby, slam us hard..."
"Damn."
Chuck rubbed his nose, breathing quickening, and moved in eagerly.
This leg-breaking mare knew exactly what to do.
The dragon found the familiar path, squeezing into her garden as if coming home. Janet gripped Yitong's fleshy hips tightly, throwing her head back and screaming.
"OH MY GOD—SO BIG!!"
"Oh yeah."
Chuck replied in her language and began pounding away.
Her massive breasts hung down, swinging like crazy water balloons with each impact. Drops of rich white milk leaked from the edges and tips, sprinkling onto the floor.
Chuck thrust hard and fast, making the red-haired mare's big ass clap loudly like a whip crack. Her sweaty body shook violently, rocking Yitong in front of her.
The sweet scent in the kitchen grew thicker, mixed with the musk and milk of two mature women, relaxing Chuck completely.
Looking at the two stacked women shaking in sync like a human train under his impact, the stimulating scene excited him to the max. He moved even rougher.
Yitong, trying to focus on the sugar, found her concentration slipping. Hearing her friend's loud moans and feeling the transmitted force through the "mountain," her face flushed again.
She tried her best to suppress distracting thoughts, ensuring the syrup didn't burn.
She kept the heat low. The juice hadn't boiled but was evaporating steadily.
As steam rose, the pot full of juice finally thickened into syrup. Yitong focused harder.
Every minute risked burning. Burning meant stopping, fixing the purity. Further concentration would be difficult without burning.
But the problem was...
"OHHHH HOOOO HOOOO!!!"
With Janet's broken scream, splashing sounds erupted again. Chuck reached the finish line, groaned, gripped the mare's giant ass, and released deep inside.
Overwhelmed, Janet's eyes lost focus. She leaned further forward, weight fully on Yitong's butt. One leg hooked high, toes splayed, twitching in sync with squelching sounds as her sweaty belly bulged.
Janet's spasms transmitted to Yitong, making her tremble and knees weak, nearly falling.
Finally, Janet released her grip and slid down Yitong's butt to the floor. Chuck stepped forward to Yitong, grabbing her buttock marked by Janet's fingers, and looked over her shoulder at the pot.
The clear juice had turned into pale golden, viscous syrup, trailing threads as she stirred.
"Mmh... feels about right?"
"Should I... continue?"
Yitong, eyes glazed, clung to her last shred of reason to ask.
"Let me try."
Taking the ladle, Chuck stirred in her direction. Feeling significant resistance, he nodded.
"That's it. It'll set when cooled. Good job."
He returned the ladle and kissed her warm red lips encouragingly.
"Okay..."
Yitong looked at himly, nodded, and eagerly poured the hot syrup into a prepared clay bowl.
Chuck weighed the mostly-filled bowl. About three or four pounds.
"Hubby..."
Work done and inspected, Yitong's shackles broke. She hugged Chuck tightly, kissing his neck passionately, her fleshy body writhing anxiously.
Seeing her succubus-like state, Chuck knew what she meant.
"Alright, stop gnawing. Turn around and bend over."
"Mmh~"
Yitong nodded excitedly, shaking her breasts like a girl, and bent over the counter, sticking her butt out even more exaggeratedly.
Chuck looked down. Janet sat up, leaning lazily against the wall, watching with interest while savoring the afterglow.
He grabbed another empty bowl and placed it in front of Yitong.
"...Eh?"
Yitong froze. Before she could react, a filling, electric expansion hit her from below.
Hands grabbed her heavy breasts, squeezing the shy buds out, then pulled hard in the same direction!
Splurt—
Freshly made syrup naturally goes best with the freshest milk.