However, Luo Shaoheng felt no dissatisfaction, for he could clearly feel his penis pierce through a thin, resilient membrane with lightning speed, followed by a peculiar warm sensation spreading across its shaft…
Luo Shaoheng was no novice; he naturally understood what he had just received.
He felt as if he had been drugged, floating on air, and felt that the so-called arrogant Simon had died unjustly. Given a chance, why was he so useless?
This was arrogance?
And the God of War, he kept such a beautiful woman with him—was he some kind of saint?
With this floating sensation, he looked down at Zhao Zhiran beneath him, only to find that after that scream, she had closed her eyes and turned her head away, biting her cherry lips, which were stained with a trace of blood, her face flushed yet pale.
He felt as if he had drunk fine wine. He didn't need to elaborate on what kind of woman Zhao Zhiran was; at the beginning of his plan, he hadn't actually held out much hope.
But now, decisively, he pinned Zhao Ziran beneath him, forcibly taking her virginity. He hadn't tasted that exhilarating, youthful satisfaction in years, and now he was even more eager to completely conquer the woman beneath him!
However, her lower body was tightly bound, warm and inviting, clinging to him, seemingly unwilling to let him go any further.
He thrust a few times, feeling as if countless tiny, strongly suctioning claws were inside her vagina. His penis felt like it was sinking into mud; the glans rubbed painfully with each thrust, the overwhelming pleasure driving him to ejaculation.
He feared that if this continued, he would ejaculate inside Zhao Ziran's virgin honeypot before he even had a few thrusts.
So Luo Shaoheng stopped. He spread her slightly stiff, black-stockinged legs with his large hands, then reached his arms behind her knees and grasped her two snow-white, firm breasts. They felt soft and supple, more like the flesh of her breasts sucking on his hands than his large hands kneading them.
He gripped her breasts with even greater force, the smooth, creamy flesh overflowing between his fingers like noodles. He squeezed and kneaded, the two mounds of flesh deforming dramatically, seemingly trying to repel his intrusion, yet utterly powerless against his large hands.
Gradually, Luo Shaoheng felt a tender, alabaster-like flesh, erect like an infant's finger, between his fingers. With each kneading, Zhao Ziran's body tensed, trembling slightly, and a soft moan occasionally escaped her lips.
Luo Shaoheng saw that at the tips of her breasts, two small, bright pink cherries stood erect, longer than ordinary nipples, as tender as freshly peeled chicken head meat.
Remembering Zhao Ziran's reaction, he pinched the pink cherries in his hand and lifted them slightly.
"Ah…!"
Zhao Ziran's warm, tender opening suddenly tightened, but at the same time, a moist, oily liquid covered his glans.
So when he played with her breasts, he always pinched and toyed with the nipples as well, sometimes stretching them out like bamboo shoots, sometimes squeezing and kneading them like snowflakes.
Zhao Ziran's two jade-like hands stretched out to her sides, tightly gripping the wool carpet. Her delicate body was both soft and tense, but her groin was becoming increasingly wet.
Luo Shaoheng then lifted Zhao Ziran's long, beautiful legs from the side, placing them in the crook of his arm, and thrust his penis again into her honeyed slit, which was glistening with cherry-colored lustful fluid.
"Squeak..." Accompanied by a wet, squelching sound, his penis stretched her labia, penetrating deeper and more lubricated than before. The hot, moist folds of her vagina squeezed and pinched, but thanks to the lubrication of her fluids, his penis moved in and out of her depths without hindrance.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
In this position, Luo Shaoheng's left arm gripped one full breast, pinching the tender, dewy nipple, while his other arm held her jade-like leg. His hips thrust and swayed repeatedly, his penis repeatedly penetrating the cherry-red crevice, slapping against her plump white buttocks, the slapping sounds gradually growing louder.
Under this double assault, Zhao Zhiran could no longer clench her lips. With each thrust and contraction, her trembling body emitted alluring moans, almost like cries.
"So tight...!"
However, with each thrust into her tight, gnaw-like orifice, Luo Shaoheng gradually approached his limit. The key was that Zhao Zhiran's orifice wasn't just tight; the vibrant, biting sensation was exceptionally arousing, seemingly due to the folds and textures within her vagina, making the biting sensation so distinct.
With each thrust, the glans rubbed and clung tightly to the ridge of his penis, and before he knew it, a powerful urge to ejaculate accumulated around the coronal rim. This explosive, pent-up pleasure was almost unbearable, and there was no need to suppress it.
When the urge to ejaculate became uncontrollable, Luo Shaoheng simply flipped Zhao Ziran's delicate body over, pressing her two black-stockinged legs onto his shoulders. In this position, her plump thighs pressed against her tender vulva, her honeyed orifice gripping his penis tightly, intensifying the pleasure even further.
Luo Shaoheng thrust in and out with powerful strokes, scraping the thin, pinkish lower edge of her vulva. Almost no reddish-white semen was visible as it gushed out, hanging between her snowy buttocks, occasionally being flung away and splattering with each thrust.
Zhao Ziran's beautiful legs straightened even more, her head swaying slightly, emitting soft, girlish moans.
Suddenly, her alluring long legs, which were wrapped around Luo Shaoheng's shoulders, first lifted her toes, then bent her knees, and her perfect jade legs slid down from his shoulders, her charming jade feet pressing against his chest. Her tender, baby-like toes curled up on her toes, and her crystal-clear jade-like feet were exceptionally tempting.
Luo Shaoheng grasped Zhao Zhiran's feet, kissing and kneading her plump, tender toes while slightly increasing the speed of his thrusts.
The sounds of panting, slapping, squelching, and occasional sucking mingled, gradually intensifying until a soft, almost crying moan escaped, followed by a muffled groan from Luo Shaoheng.
The slapping stopped abruptly, but their lower bodies remained tightly connected.
Even more so, the man's buttocks continued to tremble slightly, as if he were pouring something inside her.
After a while, the sounds gradually subsided.
Then, Luo Shaoheng, still holding Zhao Zhiran's soft, jade-like feet, slowly withdrew from her tight, moist opening.
Between two long, snow-white legs, a plump, tender vulva parted slightly, like a ripe peach splitting open. The two thick labia were swollen and tender, a moist red, their soft, dark downy hairs stained with pale cherry-colored fluid. The labia minora near the vulva were already slightly swollen and red.
Below, a small, intricately folded opening, barely visible after being withdrawn, was overflowing with a pale cherry-colored love fluid mixed with thick semen. Even with the crimson stains from the time of penetration on her buttocks, it didn't appear particularly "red."
The reason, naturally, was the large, cherry-colored welts below her buttocks…
Zhao Ziran, panting, looked at Luo Shaoheng. Perhaps she was puzzled, or perhaps relieved that he had stopped.
However, the real answer was…
Of the two doors that hadn't yet opened, the handle of one of them opened by itself. Then, with the sound of footsteps, a naked man emerged.
His gaze, even more eager and greedy than Luo Shaoheng's, swept over Zhao Zhiran.
This man was none other than Luo Ming, who had followed Zhao Zhiran to Shiki Island and was already burning with lust at her swaying, perfect figure!