Normally, he wouldn't mind being polite to Tang Lin, but now he just wanted to use him as a tool, waiting until he was done with him before letting him have his turn, giving Zhao Zhiran no chance to catch his breath.
Seeing that Luo Ming had no intention of giving him the beauty, Tang Lin was furious, gritting his teeth, but could only suppress his anger and sit back down.
Luo Ming, however, didn't care at all. After resting enough, he directly pulled Zhao Zhiran's graceful body up and pressed her onto the large sofa bed.
With a creak, Luo Ming pulled her two snow-white legs, tucking them into his arms. Her soft, white legs were spread wide in the air, her fair thighs slightly arched upwards, revealing her plump, pink vulva, her labia parted, overflowing with thick semen—a messy yet alluring sight.
Luo Ming, his penis erect, rubbed up and down between Zhao Zhiran's legs, sometimes parting her labia, sometimes squeezing her pink labia, rubbing against her glistening, rosy clitoris.
His penis slid down to the cleft of her buttocks, poking and prodding. The delicate, pinkish-white chrysanthemum, with its shallow petals, was repeatedly rubbed, becoming coated in her love juices, making it uniquely alluring and seductive.
Luo Ming probed; the shallowly concave clitoris was extremely tight and small, but even after being moistened with her juices, it couldn't prevent his penis from penetrating.
He paid attention here, then slid upwards, his glans once again embedding itself between the two slippery, fleshy petals, easily finding the wet opening. With a soft squelch, he quickly thrust in.
Zhao Ziran arched her back, her breasts swaying. She was penetrated again, her brows furrowing. Although her reaction was still strong, she couldn't help but moan as soon as penetration began.
This position made it easier to exert force, and since he had already ejaculated, the glans wasn't as sensitive. The thrusting became intense from the very beginning. The dark penis, accompanied by slapping sounds, rapidly entered and exited the saturated honeyed orifice.
The clam's lips, no longer a pale pink, had turned a vibrant red, like a ripe peach. At the top of the clam's mouth was a pinkish-white, tender flesh, about the size of a pinky finger, forming a raised, pointed shape. The clitoris, erect and delicately pink, resembled a fleshy pearl.
Below, two swollen, orchid-petal-like labia extended, squeezed and pushed against the penis. With each thrust, they were kneaded and pulled out, each stroke drawing out thick, white fluid, sometimes seeping out, sometimes squeezing out water. Soon, the sofa beneath was sticky and wet.
Luo Ming scooped up the two long, snow-white legs. After the previous torment and fucking, these beautiful legs looked as if they had been pulled from water, glistening with sweat. The friction between the full calves and shoulders was as tender as tofu, utterly intoxicating.
The red rings on the snow-white shins contrasted with the soft, red heels, the ivory-like skin intensifying the lust.
He stretched his long, beautiful legs across his chest, pressed down, and braced his arms against the sofa, his hands resting on them.
In this position, Zhao Ziran's small, rounded knees pressed against her soft breasts. The muscles in her legs were stretched, highlighting their graceful lines. Her waist was forced upward, and her large, snowy buttocks clenched tightly between her thighs, opening even wider.
"Slap slap slap..."
Luo Ming, however, used the elasticity of her body to slap down in waves. His thick, hard penis, though slightly obstructed, rubbed against her tender flesh, making the friction even more intense and pleasurable.
"Ugh, ah...!"
Zhao Ziran's arms had somehow reached out to grip the sofa, her toes curled, and her soft soles were slightly wrinkled. Her body was covered in fragrant sweat, and a blush of pink hue spread across her face.
However, Luo Ming wasn't a superhuman with enhanced abilities, and this extremely tiring position couldn't be maintained for long. He picked Zhao Ziran up, letting her long, snow-white legs wrap around his waist, and then slowly thrust in and out.
The squelching sounds continued for a good seven or eight minutes. Luo Ming lay down, his large hands reaching to her chest, grasping her round, perky breasts, then gave the command, enjoying the way Zhao Ziran twisted and arched her back.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, her honeyed orifice clenched tightly, followed by a heat on his glans, and a gush of warm, sticky fluid poured down, the sucking sensation of the tender walls so intense that Luo Ming almost ejaculated on the spot.
However, to tease Zhao Zhirano, he gritted his teeth and endured it, rubbing her tender breasts while actively thrusting into her climaxing vagina, asking, "Zhiruo, how many times have you climaxed?"
Zhao Zhirano's beautiful eyes flickered, her eyelashes trembling. She didn't want to speak, but her extremely sensitive vagina was repeatedly thrust into, even slowly rubbing against her clitoris. She cried out, "Ah!"
Seeing it was working, Luo Ming forced himself to thrust several more times, relentlessly asking, "Do you like Master's penis?"
Tears welled in Zhao Zhirano's eyes, but she gritted her teeth and didn't answer. Luo Ming took a deep breath, withdrew his penis to the entrance, and then thrust it in hard.
"Smack...!"
White fluid splattered, and the thick, long penis was completely inside in the blink of an eye. Zhao Zhirano's beautiful eyes widened, a surge of pleasure washing over her, and she let out a long, soft moan.
"Snap...!"
The honeyed orifice tightened again, countless tender grooves and soft crevices protruding from the slippery vaginal canal, writhing and sucking like toothless little mouths. As it was pulled out, it felt as if the jade-like body was being pulled along. The glans slid through the exceptionally sticky vaginal canal, a mixture of tingling and pleasurable sensations.
After persisting with more than ten thrusts, although he didn't get the answer he wanted, Zhao Ziran's trembling, taut waist, and the renewed outpouring of her juices gave him an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
The tingling urge to ejaculate reached its peak, and with his slightly swollen, already ravaged flower core, he tilted his head back and released himself to his heart's content!