"Squeak..." The slightly softened, thick penis was withdrawn from Zhao Ziran's vagina. Her two moist, oily lips swelled reluctantly, momentarily revealing the intricately folded, pink vaginal opening, like a flower bud. Even though the penis had just been withdrawn, the tender, pink opening was barely larger than the tip of a little finger, glistening with a trace of white fluid, which gradually overflowed with the contractions of the vaginal canal.
Luo Ming panted heavily, having ejaculated twice in this exquisite vagina. His entire penis was clenched and slightly numb, as if he had been doing it all night.
His glans still felt a tingling, ant-like sensation. The rich folds of the tender opening were like rings of flesh, or moving fleshy brushes, tightly gripping and squeezing the slippery fluid. With each thrust, it pulled at the glans, like a biting, nibbling sensation, providing exceptionally pleasurable stimulation and numbing the glans as well.
During the intense, excited thrusting, he felt nothing, but once ejaculation occurred, his penis softened slightly, and a strange, tingling, and numb sensation surged up, especially around the glans, which felt particularly sore and numb.
Luo Ming now deeply regretted not bringing any aphrodisiacs, but he couldn't be blamed. With his family background, his childhood had been specifically managed for development, ensuring his brain and other parts of his body reached their maximum potential.
Good genes combined with ample stimulation and unparalleled postnatal education… many "geniuses" are created this way.
Luo Ming's penis, already quite gifted, had undergone careful guidance and development, reaching its current length of over twenty centimeters; aside from Black men, few could compare. Every time he fucked a woman, she cried out incessantly…
Unexpectedly, this formidable weapon found it somewhat difficult to withstand Zhao Zhiran's tightly gripping, honeyed vagina.
Luo Ming, however, also felt a hidden pride. Who could endure several rounds in such a tender, moist, and incredibly tight vagina, with its many folds and sharp edges?
He had ejaculated twice, completely filling Zhao Zhiran's sweet little hole. Just look at the swollen labia and the white, creamy fluid between the folds of her delicate red lips—all his "masterpieces."
But now he could only wait a while before he could continue to enjoy Zhao Zhiran.
But during this time, Luo Ming didn't intend to let Zhao Zhiran go. Before the plane landed, he could play with her as he pleased—such an opportunity was rare.
You see, as one of China's top researchers, as soon as she got off the plane,
she would naturally be under China's protection, watched by countless eyes, making it incredibly difficult to do anything further.
And as long as she was abroad, China was powerless to intervene. Even if they knew something had happened, there was nothing they could do but acquiesce.
These are the rules of the game, and even the most elite families in China must obey. Otherwise, despite China's overall contraction, its immense power makes dealing with any single family an insurmountable challenge…
In other words, only on this plane can he freely toy with Zhao Ziran, and time is limited… However, Luo Ming doesn't seem to be in a hurry. He sits cross-legged on the bed, his left hand caressing Zhao Ziran's smooth, alabaster thigh.
Then, with interest, he says, "Zhiran, dance for me to liven things up…"
Zhao Ziran, her face still flushed, glances at him. She knows that no matter how she resists now, it's useless because…
Sure enough, as soon as Luo Ming finishes speaking, she feels a slight tingling sensation throughout her body. Then, her body rolls over and she sits up on her own. Even with a thick stream of semen still inside her, the movement feels like a dull knife cutting into her vulva, a tingling pain that doesn't hinder her "movement" at all.
Zhao Ziran clenched her beautiful legs, her eyes glistening with tears, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
The numbing pain in her lower body made her breathing heavy, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans. Admittedly, her vagina was extremely tight and grippy, even numbing Luo Ming's penis, but her vagina only felt more tingling…
After all, she had just lost her virginity, and the tenderness of a penis accustomed to penetration was incomparable to that of her untouched vagina.
Even with the tingling in her legs, as if her legs no longer belonged to her, under the influence of the control device, she still walked like a model on a runway, her beautiful legs crossed, her hips swaying and waist twisting, beautiful as a cat.
Standing in the center of the arena, Zhao Ziran didn't know what would happen next, because she had never been exposed to dance and couldn't imagine what she would look like dancing.
But in the eyes of the three men present, this scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
Zhao Ziran stood gracefully in the center of the room, her naked body as white as snow, her curves exquisitely defined, unlike many socialites who wore heavy makeup and whose attire was barely pleasing to the eye.
Zhao Ziran's body was slender yet shapely, graceful and alluring, radiating a milky, ivory-like sheen. Its delicate beauty had already been witnessed by the three men present…
Below her jade-like neck, her fragrant shoulders and snow-white arms exuded an alluring plumpness, even her collarbones, though not prominent, formed two delicate dimples, tempting one to bite them.
Her breasts were full and firm, two round, jade-like mounds, heavy and full, their lower edges adorning her slender ribs, resembling the swollen belly of a queen bee.
Her areolas protruded, swollen and moist, a vibrant red, with two exceptionally swollen and bright cherry-red nipples.
Even her chest seemed too small to accommodate two mounds of flesh; her breasts slanted naturally, full and plump, the sides of her nipples pressed together and bulging outwards, almost touching her armpits, slightly widening outwards, their shape resembling full teardrops, exceptionally voluptuous and alluring.
With the slightest movement of her delicate body, her soft, supple flesh swayed and rippled, the snowy waves she created captivatingly beautiful.
Between her full breasts, a slightly concave line extended from between her ribs to her pearly navel, adding a touch of flowing beauty to the alluring softness of her waist.
Compared to her full, moon-like hips, Zhao Ziran's waist was that of a true serpentine waist, her thighs rounded like ripe pears, the fullness of her thighs making the triangle between her legs appear even more alluring, the groove separating her thighs and lower abdomen rising to almost encompass her entire lower abdomen.
On the smooth, triangular snowfield, only a small patch of sparse, dark hair, less than the size of a thumb, pointed downwards, dotted the area. The mound was exceptionally full, like a freshly steamed, plump snow bun, revealing a captivating, tender cleft.
However, what should have been as smooth as snow was now glistening with vaginal fluid. The small patch of pubic hair was damp and clinging to the skin, the delicate labia majora slightly parted, revealing glimpses of crimson folds, glistening with a thin, thread-like sheen of moisture, contrasting with the remaining red on the inner thighs—a poignant and alluring sight.
Looking at Zhao Ziran's figure, it could be described as voluptuous and full, yet not an inch too heavy or fat…
One could imagine how the usually "lazy" Zhao Ziran, after finishing her diligent work, had precisely controlled her exercise regimen. Whether intentional or unintentional, it had ultimately created a perfectly proportioned, shapely figure, both voluptuous and possessing exquisite curves.
She was worlds apart from women who only became attractive when clothed.
On the contrary, with each layer of clothing Zhao Ziran shed, her allure became more apparent. When she was completely naked, bathed in the gaze of men, it was...
From the gazes of Luo Shaoheng and the other two, it was clear that even with the usually captivating beauty Tang Shuyi diligently sucking Luo Shaoheng's penis, his eyes seemed glued to Zhao Ziran, not sparing her a second glance.
Why? With such a beautiful flower before him, who would pay attention to the green leaves?
...
In the jungles of northern Myanmar.
The roar of airplanes approached from afar. Two formations of two fighter jets shot out from the clouds, leaving two long trails.
As they approached the ground, a series of small black dots suddenly ejected from under their fuselages and swooped down into the jungle.
But instead of a loud explosion, there was only a muffled "thud."