After a few moments of passionate intercourse, Luo Ming, panting, withdrew his penis from between her two peach-like white buttocks. Her tender anus was not yet closed, its pink opening slightly parted, and as it writhed, a pool of white fluid could be seen swelling and dripping.
In less than a breath, her swollen, red chrysanthemum mostly closed, only the delicate patterns remaining swollen and puffy, the surrounding tender skin a rosy red, and a trace of white fluid oozing from the center of her vulva, slowly trickling down her buttocks…
Before she could even catch her breath, Luo Ming pulled Zhao Ziran's limp body up, pressing her back against the glass. Then, her full breasts were pressed and stretched against his chest. Before Zhao Ziran's dazed eyes could recover, her small mouth was kissed.
"Mmm~"
Her plump, cherry-like lips were immediately captured, nibbled and sucked, then a hot tongue forced its way through her lips, deeply penetrating her mouth, entwining tenderly with her slippery little tongue.
"Sizzle, smack…"
Zhao Ziran trembled, her soul weak, her breasts heaving violently, but it was as if she were being rubbed by the man, having no effect whatsoever.
At this moment, she truly resembled a helpless little girl. No matter how clever or cunning she was, it was futile when she was completely outmaneuvered and left weak and exhausted.
At this moment, she truly realized the limitations of relying solely on intelligence…
Intelligence alone, in its layers of calculation, would inevitably overlook something, and that one oversight could lead to the worst possible outcome…
Just like now…
Not only was Xiaodong's virginity gone, but even…
As their lips pressed tightly together, swirling and churning, engaged in what the world called a "wet kiss" with another man, Zhao Ziran recalled years ago, on the beach of Shiki Island, at the end of her world tour, when she had taken the initiative to kiss Xiaodong.
But it was merely a fleeting touch…
His face flushed, his gaze fixed on her luscious lips, but ultimately, he restrained himself from kissing her.
If Xiao Dong had the courage to kiss her back, she would have responded even more passionately… In that case, at least… her first kiss would still be…
But there's no going back in this world.
The intense, wet kiss ended, Zhao Ziran's lips were still luscious, her eyes filled with a strange, dreamy reminiscence, and she offered almost no resistance throughout.
Luo Ming's heart raced. Today, he had almost fulfilled all his long-cherished desires. He had constantly fantasized about the taste of Zhao Ziran's luscious lips…
And now, he knew.
That intoxicating fragrance, once tasted, didn't leave one uninterested; instead, it made one crave it even more.
Feeling the renewed vitality of his penis, Luo Ming quietly parted her legs, his swollen penis reaching between her thighs. Her slippery labia offered no resistance, allowing his penis to plunge deep into her tender, biting vagina once more.
"Mmm~"
Zhao Ziran tilted her head back and murmured softly, her beautiful eyes filled with a hazy, dreamy light. Then, her long legs were lifted and hooked onto Luo Ming's arms. Her beautiful legs lost their footing, and her fair, delicate feet naturally wrapped around Luo Ming's waist, snow-white and slender, like the most perfect jade belt.
Luo Ming's breathing was heavy with excitement. He held Zhao Ziran like this, naturally thrusting and withdrawing as they walked, each step leaving a wet footprint. They walked for nearly five or six minutes, until the beauty's jade hands scratched her back, moaning softly, before finally returning to the living room.
This return immediately attracted Tang Lin's attention.
From his perspective, he could see that Luo Ming's not particularly robust body was embracing a voluptuous, snow-white, jade-like body. His hands were only loosely supporting himself on her round, upturned buttocks; most of the weight was actually borne by the two jade legs wrapped around his waist and the small hands hooked around his neck.
Between two soft, smooth, alabaster-like buttocks, a dark, thick shaft, glistening with a trace of white fluid, was thrusting into her moist, pink vulva. The beauty's black hair was damp, strands clinging to her snow-white back, her moans and cries of pleasure incessant.
This was a stark contrast to when she was first deflowered.
Tang Lin's eyes burned with jealousy. He found his beautiful aunt's vulva beneath him unsatisfying. But what fueled his lust even more was Luo Ming lifting Zhao Ziran onto the bar counter, the height perfect for his thrusts, then lowering his head to cover hers.
Zhao Ziran's moans abruptly ceased, replaced by soft, panting breaths and the sounds of French kisses.
After thrusting for a while on the bar counter, Luo Ming withdrew a hand and retrieved an opened bottle of liquor.
He held Zhao Ziran tightly, her two round, plump breasts pressed against his chest, their flesh overflowing and creating a deep cleavage.
Especially the base of her breasts, where they met her collarbone and the area below her neck formed a concave triangle large enough to be a foot glass.
The bright red liquid flowed within, mingling with her fragrant sweat, and Luo Ming, intoxicated, leaned down, slurping it down.
After finishing one "cup," he poured another, almost emptying half the bottle. He licked her breasts thoroughly, even taking the nipples into his mouth along with the liquid, savoring their smooth, tender texture.
Finally, he took another sip, then downed it from her lips, which he had kissed several times. The wine was gone, but the kisses continued; their tongues and lips intertwined, creating endless, long, sweet kisses.
Luo Ming, embracing Zhao Zhiru, walked to a window near the porthole, a viewing window where the glass was clear and the view unobstructed after the curtains were drawn back.
Luo Ming turned Zhao Zhiru's body around, his hand supporting her slender yet plump waist, smooth as creamy breasts. His penis slowly returned to her honeyed entrance. Zhao Zhiru raised her head and moaned softly, her breasts bouncing.
Suddenly, Luo Ming leaned close to her ear and whispered teasingly, "Look outside, where are we?"
His penis disappeared and reappeared between her snowy buttocks. Suddenly, her buttocks tensed, her waist stiffened, and the smooth thrusting motion abruptly stopped, eliciting a soft hiss from the man.
It turned out that his penis had been caught off guard, bitten firmly by her honeyed entrance.
"If you don't recognize it, let me tell you…"
"This is the Alps."
Luo Ming grasped Zhao Ziran's plump buttocks, his ten fingers sinking into her flesh, slowly controlling the amplitude of his thrusts. Zhao Ziran's delicate body trembled slightly.
"Did you think that if you just endured a little longer, you could go back home?"
"You know, once we get off the plane, we won't be able to do anything to you."
"But…" Luo Ming gazed serenely at the scenery outside the window, slowly saying, "This plane has already applied for permission from China. It will transit through Northern Europe, then fly to West Africa, then through South America, then to India, refueling four times before returning home."
"We have plenty of time."
If you looked at a map, the flight path almost circled the Earth. Even by plane, it would take several days. As for whether this was reasonable, and why it was approved?
Isn't it natural for a wealthy person who owns a private jet to be extravagant and capricious?
No one would doubt it.
Therefore, this journey back home is destined to be a long one.