Luo Ming felt the vaginal opening was warm and tight, the soft, tender flesh squeezing and constricting from all sides, the folds and grooves exceptionally rich and ridged, gripping his fingers tightly.
However, the newly broken vagina was a mixture of vaginal fluid, semen, and residual blood, truly swollen and sticky, incredibly slippery.
Therefore, every movement of his finger produced a blush-inducing "squelching" sound.
Luo Ming deliberately rubbed the remnants of the hymen near the vaginal opening with his fingertip. Luo Shaoheng's penis was large, and the hymen was thoroughly broken, forming a uniform ring of remnants that would be difficult to see in time.
However, although the bleeding had stopped, it didn't mean the pain was gone. Each time the finger stimulated her, her vagina would contract slightly, gripping his finger even tighter.
Above, Luo Ming didn't stop either. Two thin silver needles were inserted into the tips of her proud, voluptuous breasts, causing her pink nipples to swell even larger and more erect, standing proudly like a baby's little finger, their crimson color seemingly about to bleed.
Whenever her delicate body trembled and her breasts swayed, the silver needles would move up and down, bringing even greater stimulation.
Even when the stimulation subsided slightly, Luo Ming would gently flick the silver needles with his hand, causing Zhi Ran to grit her teeth and whimper, almost crying, her eyes slightly red, a hint of tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.
Luo Ming exhaled softly, listening to Zhao Zhi Ran's whimpers, his fingers swirling within her wet, tight vagina, his mind once again recalling the first time he saw Zhao Zhi Ran, that slightly immature yet dazzling brilliance that could overshadow anyone else's.
Then came the second time he saw Zhao Zhi Ran, her cold and indifferent expression, tinged with languor, as she went to the toilet to relieve herself, so utterly disdainful of him.
Now, the young woman's tender, newly deflowered orifice was being wantonly stirred by him, her nipples trembling with each manipulation of the silver needles inserted into them.
His vengeful pleasure was indescribable. To further humiliate Zhao Zhiran, he swiftly withdrew his finger from her tightly clenched vulva and held it up to her face, saying, "Lick it clean..."
"That way, I'll let you rest for a minute."
Zhao Zhiran's beautiful, teary eyes gazed at the glistening finger, still stained with a trace of blood. Her cherry lips parted, opening and closing several times.
Luo Ming frowned impatiently and twisted one of the silver needles several times.
A burning, tingling sensation spread through her, and Zhao Zhiran couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...!" But Luo Ming didn't let her go; instead, he continued to flick the two silver needles with his hand.
On her cherry-like nipples, silver needles trembled, as if possessed by magic, causing her delicate body to tremble more and more violently.
Until Zhao Zhiran's beautiful legs suddenly parted, her snowy mounds quivered, and a short, intense "sizzle" erupted from between her legs.
Luo Ming felt a stream of warm water suddenly gush out from between Zhao Zhiran's legs, splashing continuously for about two or three seconds before turning into a trickle.
He looked down at the entwined thighs; not only was his penis, pressed beneath her wetness, dripping wet, but the sofa below was also damp, glistening with a faint, sweet, musky scent, like the scorching of orchid petals.
Luo Ming's expression was strange; this smell didn't seem to be urine.
He smeared a little on her labia, tasted it on his tongue, and found the flavor strangely alluring. A smile played on his lips. "So this talented woman is a masochist after all. Her nipples were pricked with needles, and she still managed to squirt."
Faced with Luo Ming's mockery, Zhao Zhiran couldn't turn her head away. The embarrassment and shame on her face were clearly visible to Luo Ming, which only increased his confidence in disciplining her.
He reached for Zhao Zhiran's lips again, coldly saying, "Lick it clean."
This time, Luo Ming's hand was not only sticky with vaginal fluid and streaks of blood, but also with freshly "urinated" liquid, exuding an alluring scent like freshly tanned leather.
Zhao Zhiran's eyes flickered slightly, and as her thick eyelashes trembled, a glistening tear shimmered like a shattered diamond.
Under Luo Ming's malicious gaze, she finally parted her cherry lips slightly, her fragrant tongue trembling as it emerged. The tip of her pink tongue traced circles along the man's fingers, meticulously licking away the viscous liquid.
Luo Ming's fingers then followed into Zhao Zhiran's mouth, swirling and teasing her slippery, tender tongue.
Zhao Zhiran offered no resistance whatsoever, as docile as a lamb.
This caused Luo Ming's chest to heave; the satisfaction of wantonly playing with the woman he had once longed for was indescribable.
After he had his fill, his hands slipped under Zhao Zhiran's knees, along her parted, smooth thighs, lifting her soft, snow-white buttocks high. He then pressed his penis against her pink, moist lips, the glans grinding against her slippery, oily vulva, producing a soft, wet sound.
After a few gentle, skillful strokes, Luo Ming skillfully probed the small, tender crease at the bottom of the vulva. With a single touch, the plump, soft flesh completely enveloped his glans.
However, Zhao Zhiran's vagina was far tighter than most women's. The layers of folds created a sense of intricate, winding passage, offering considerable resistance.
But Luo Ming didn't even need to exert force. The strong, pulsating suction within the vagina, combined with the lubricating fluids swirling between the folds, allowed his penis to smoothly pry open the layers of flesh. The soft labia majora were stretched thin and rounded, and translucent fluids overflowed. His penis had reached its deepest point.
Thus, the virgin's vagina welcomed its second conqueror.
"Hiss~"
The man hissed deeply. Zhao Zhiran's vagina was even tighter than he had imagined. He finally understood why Luo Shaoheng, who had slept with countless women, hadn't lasted long with Zhao Zhiran.
However, he chuckled inwardly, thankfully there were three of them.
As his thoughts wandered, he had already grasped Zhao Zhiran's slender waist and begun thrusting. Between her two perfectly rounded, long, and smooth, white thighs, a large, dark penis was inserted into her full, snowy mound, moving in and out, making her vulva swell and her pink flesh tremble.