Glistening fluid flowed down his penis to his scrotum, making it appear wet.
"Zhao, the great talent...you're so wet."
The sofa creaked slightly, and to humiliate Zhao Zhiran, Luo Ming deliberately swayed his hips, creating splashing sounds, while making an ambiguous remark.
Zhao Zhiran didn't want to answer, nor could she. The silver needles in her chest throbbed, sending a continuous tingling pain through her body, her delicate body trembling and sweating.
With each deeper thrust of his hips, her vagina felt stretched and tingled, the very depths of her cervix repeatedly pounded. The intense, aching sensation mingled with the pain, gradually blurring the lines between which was more intense.
Or rather, a strange fusion occurred, a pleasurable, tingling storm sweeping through her entire body.
"Ah..."
Luo Ming took a deep breath. With each thrust, her vaginal muscles clung to his shaft, scraping the tip of his glans until it was almost painful. The urge to ejaculate built rapidly, making it impossible for him to focus on his verbal sparring.
Instead, he placed his hands under Zhao Ziran's knees, lifting her legs slightly to raise her buttocks, changing to smaller, more rhythmic thrusts.
The squelching sounds turned into muffled gurgling, and strands of saliva immediately formed at the point where her hips met his thighs. The pleasure subsided slightly, yet remained intoxicatingly intense.
After a few moments of this, Luo Ming said, "Start moving yourself."
A tingling sensation ran through her limbs. When Zhao Zhiran opened her eyes, still dazed, she was already supporting herself on the sofa, her jade-like feet sinking deep into it, her slender legs supporting her delicate body as they rose and fell slowly like waves.
"Slap, slap..."
Her round, moist buttocks collided with her hips, producing a crisp, fleshy sound. His dark, large penis stood erect, enjoying the thrusting of her honeyed orifice. A thin layer of white fluid gradually appeared there, starting at the ridges and slowly dripping like lychee juice, accumulating more and more at the base, wetting and matting her thick pubic hair.
However, Luo Ming was speechless at this moment. His penis slid in and out of her wet, tight honeyed orifice, his palms feeling the trembling of her smooth skin. Coupled with the occasional soft moans and whimpers that escaped her lips, the feeling of fucking Zhao Zhiran was so real and wonderful, not just a dream. The intense desire to conquer was satisfied, a sensation so intense it was indescribable, like ants gnawing at his heart.
He could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and cupped Zhao Ziran's two plump breasts in his hands. Her breasts were heavy and full, round like melons, their tips pert like bamboo shoots, forming a perfect teardrop shape.
Her nipples, swollen and red from the torment, were nearly twice their original size, like two bright red plums.
To make it easier for him to suckle, Luo Ming conveniently removed two silver needles. Zhao Ziran's body trembled, and her honeyed orifice suddenly bit down, squeezing out a thick, white fluid.
Luo Ming cupped her breasts, buried his face in the soft, snowy flesh, and took one of her erect, rosy nipples into his mouth, sucking wantonly while pinching and squeezing it as if trying to squeeze milk out.
The erect nipples, already extremely sensitive, were being tossed and turned in her mouth by her tongue. Further aggravated by the silver needles, they were swollen and engorged, feeling like they were being bitten even when exposed to air. And Luo Ming had actually bitten them down…
"Ahhh…!"
Zhao Ziran's delicate body tensed abruptly, her ten exquisite toes curling tightly, her honeyed orifice spasming and contracting, biting at his penis not just once, but incessantly.
Luo Ming groaned, his penis feeling as if it were being sucked by a dying gull's mouth, the squeezing and constricting causing waves of pain. There was no space left between the vaginal walls and the shaft, white fluid dripping from the opening, a gruesome sight.
An intense, overwhelming pleasure surged through him, the urge to ejaculate uncontrollably. Luo Ming simply held Zhao Ziran's slender waist tightly, pressing her large breasts against his body, his lower body endured the stinging pain in her tightly gripping vagina, and began to thrust violently.
"Slap, slap slap, slap...!"
Her snowy buttocks were suddenly deformed by the impact, white fluid being pulled out and splashing out, making a muddy, muffled sound. Less than a hundred thrusts later, his body tensed, his penis deep inside her honeyed orifice, a torrent of thick semen erupting, instantly filling her tender vagina.
After ejaculation, the area between her two large buttocks became even muddier, bubbling with fluid.
Seeing that the two seemed to have finished, Tang Lin, who had been sitting idly to the side, suddenly grinned. Damn it… he was the only one there, completely naked and looking like a fool, because there wasn't a single woman around. Even Tang Shuyi was kneeling before Luo Shaoheng, sucking his penis.
Having watched this live sex show for so long, his penis was already rock hard, especially considering Zhao Zhiran's extremely special status.
She had too many dazzling halos. Not only was she the most talented woman in China, but there were few in the entire world who could compare to Zhao Zhiran.
Even her enviable status as a daughter of the Zhao family in Kyoto was merely an insignificant embellishment for Zhao Zhiran, and she had never even cared about or used that status.
This kind of woman wasn't someone you could easily get your hands on. You should know that Zhao Zhiran's security protocols were almost on par with those for political figures.
He took such a huge risk, all just to taste Zhao Zhiran's freshness. Seeing her lose her virginity and then be played with by Luo Ming, he was already burning with lust.
Now, he stood up impatiently, chuckling, "Now, it's my turn, isn't it?"
Luo Ming merely glanced at Tang Lin, showing no intention of giving up Zhao Zhiran. This stunning beauty he'd waited so many years for—one time wasn't enough.
Moreover, he actually looked down on Tang Lin slightly. As a second-generation nobleman, he only considered sex his life's motto, daring only to drool over his aunt but not daring to actually sleep with her. If it weren't for their connections, Tang Shuyi alone could easily manipulate him.