After panting for a while, the old man, his legs and hips touching the ground, lay on top of the girl. He slowly withdrew, his thick, semi-erect penis gradually withdrawing from her wet, sticky vagina. Instantly, a small, fleshy opening remained between her hairless labia, as intricate and textured as a flower stamen, gently pulsating like a baby's mouth, before closing itself shut within seconds.
It re-sealed into a tight slit, but the recent brutality had left indelible marks: her peach-like vulva was a soft, moist pink, her two delicate labia majora slightly swollen and everted, and a ring of bright red blood remained near the vaginal opening.
More importantly, a trickle of white fluid, tinged with a few traces of blood, slowly oozed from the corner of her vulva, flowing down into her smooth, snowy buttocks…
Then, the old man suddenly had another idea, saying with interest, "…Try lying down with your sister again."
The young girl, who was sitting on the bed with her legs askew, her small hands tracing her tender mounds, immediately understood what the old man wanted to do. She glared at him, but just like last time, crawled to her sister's side and lay down, hugging her legs.
The two rounded buttocks, one large and one small, rose again like full moons before the old man's eyes, but this time the scenery was slightly different…
The young girl's labia were even wetter, while the young woman's vulva was no longer as white and soft as before. Her vulva was slightly swollen and red, overflowing with semen, tinged with a little blood.
The old man's breathing quickened. He reached out and parted the young woman's two wet, tender labia. The cherry-pink inner flesh, after repeated friction, had become red and swollen, alluring, and the labia were a vibrant, luscious red.
The entrance to her vagina had clearly become a small, fleshy hole, about the size of a chopstick, its pink folds tightly clustered, deep and alluring, stained with traces of white fluid and blood. With slight writhing, a mixture of semen, vaginal fluid, and blood trickled out, as if recounting its recent ordeal—exceptionally erotic and poignant.
The old man inserted his fingers into the tender opening. The soft, melting flesh enveloped him, but further in, even though it had been deflowered, he could still feel a strong resistance…
The old man nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself, "Truly a body of supreme allure. The vagina's capacity to accommodate men is extraordinary. Ancient texts record that it can perfectly accommodate both ordinary and enormous penises; it's a treasure every man dreams of."
"Mmm~" Perhaps feeling the intrusion of his fingers, the girl involuntarily tilted her head back and moaned softly, her brows furrowed, her eyelashes trembling, as if she might wake up at any moment.
The old man, however, wasn't worried. Instead, he probed the tender opening for a while longer, and semen gushed out, flowing like a white stream from the cleft of her buttocks onto the disheveled sheets. The amount of fluid inside seemed to only increase.
The old man nodded slightly, amazed. Having just been deflowered and then subjected to vigorous penetration, her sensitivity was still exceptional…
After confirming this, the old man withdrew his fingers from the small honeyed opening, but didn't leave her hips. Instead, he directly stroked the slightly concave, tender chrysanthemum below the vaginal opening.
Wiping away the accumulated semen from the tender opening, a pale cherry-colored chrysanthemum, its folds crystal clear and delicate, its stamen as small as a needle's point, was revealed. The old man gently caressed this little chrysanthemum; it was truly delicate and beautiful. Even the surrounding skin had no dark pigmentation, as if shyly hidden between her milky-white, rounded buttocks, waiting to bloom in all its glory.
The old man swallowed hard. This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; how could he let it slip away tonight?
But for now, it was best to continue enjoying the tender, newly deflowered entrance…
With this thought, the old man once again embraced the girl's body. Her body was glistening with fragrant sweat, soft and warm. Her two firm, round breasts pressed against his chest, full and overflowing. The feeling was like the pressure of swimming in the deep sea, yet also the smooth, tender softness of creamy breasts.
The old man sighed again, opening his mouth to kiss the girl's slightly parted red lips. Her lips were as tender as freshly peeled aloe vera, with a delicate, smooth texture like tofu. Her upper lip was thin and slightly pouting, her lower lip full and exquisite. As he sucked and licked, it felt as if he were holding her lips tightly, not letting them leave. Her large tongue entered her tender, moist mouth, warm and sweet. Not only her fragrant tongue, but also her pearly white teeth, her soft, almost melting cheeks, and the endless flow of sweet saliva.
Another benefit of light sleep is that the girl, her desire rekindled, will subconsciously begin to respond, her delicate nose slightly twitching, and her pretty cheeks flushing like a rosy cloud. Knowing that dreams are ever-changing, at this moment the girl is most likely already dreaming of a tender reunion with her lover.
"Mmm, uh~ kiss, sizzle..."
As the passionate kiss continued, the old man's large hands slowly caressed the graceful lines of her waist down to her round, pert buttocks. His hands kneaded and rubbed the soft, smooth flesh for a moment, then gently lifted the girl's slender body slightly. Their lips parted, but in the next instant, a pointed, adorable, snow-white breast was enveloped in his mouth.
At the same time, the dark, newly erect penis, hot and hard again, aimed at the moist crevice. The thick glans nestled between the two delicate labia majora. With a gentle release from the large hand, using the girl's weight, the glans forced its way through the tight opening and slowly slid into the tender honeyed cavity…
"Ugh~" The girl trembled and moaned softly, her slender waist slightly bent, her small hands resting on the old man's shoulders. When the entire penis was almost fully inserted, the glans pressing tightly against her tender clitoris, the girl trembled again, tilting her swan-like neck back, closing her eyes, clenching her teeth, and moaning incessantly.
The inside of her moist, tight vaginal opening seemed to be gripping and sucking like a living tube, its folds becoming exceptionally distinct, as if countless tiny mouths were tirelessly sipping…
The old man was overjoyed. Clearly, compared to the last time she lost her virginity, the girl's reaction to caresses and penetration was much stronger, as if she had awakened. He quickly realized what was happening: her alluring body was easily aroused, and with the pain lessened after the first time, the pleasure had increased dramatically, resulting in the girl's current state.
The old man couldn't help but admire her inwardly. This was truly a rare beauty!
Not taking advantage of her tonight would be a great loss…
Thinking this, the old man slowly began to thrust, his penis sliding in and out of her wet, sticky, tender flesh. Each thrust peeled back the pink, translucent flesh like a blooming flower, sending waves of tingling pleasure through him. He couldn't help but hold the girl tighter and thrust faster and faster. The bed creaked gently as a dark-skinned old man held a young girl tightly in his arms. Her slender, shapely, snow-white body pressed against his dark chest, her waist taut, revealing a clear cleavage. Her alluring shoulder blades and rounded shoulders formed a tempting triangle.