No wonder. Her body was inherently sensitive, yet she had suppressed her desires for years. Now, like a flood breaking through a dam, they overwhelmed her, turning a chaste wife into a wanton and seductive woman.
Nuolan's eyes widened, her gaze filled with excitement as she looked at Zhao Tianhao, who had stood up.
Zhao Tianhao rubbed his large penis between her labia. Nuolan eagerly grabbed it, her lower body thrusting in to meet his.
"Want it? You little slut."
Zhao Tianhao chuckled.
"Master, move faster! It's so itchy inside!"
Nuolan, on the platform, swayed her lower body anxiously. Zhao Tianhao held Nuolan tightly, squeezing her breasts out of shape, thrusting slowly and deliberately while talking to her.
"So wet, isn't it good, you little slut? Tell Master, is it good?"
Zhao Tianhao deliberately increased the speed, thrusting a few times forcefully. Nuolan twisted her breasts slightly, responding with an air of enjoyment yet shyness.
"You slut, are you enjoying it?"
Zhao Tianhao stopped.
"Master, no, don't stop."
Nuolan frantically scratched at Zhao Tianhao's back.
"Do you want Master's big one?"
"Ah, yes, yes, Master, move faster."
Suddenly, Zhao Tianhao thrust his large penis, grinding against her delicate uterine wall.
"Ah-ah."
With a soft cry, Zhao Tianhao gripped her full breasts, thrusting his hips forward, his thick, hard penis pumping, pounding against her sensitive uterus.
"Is Master's big enough? Does it feel good to you?"
To truly conquer someone, you must not only satisfy their physical body, but also capture their soul, shatter their original morals and values, and rebuild a new territory of your own. Now, Zhao Tianhao was subjecting Nuolan to this physical torment. "Oh, it's so big, I'm so ashamed! Ah, Lord, yours is so big, so long!"
"What's long, Lord?"
"Ah, Lord, yours is long, stretching me, so comfortable!"
Under the temptation and the thrusting, Nuolan finally cried out.
"How does Lord's compare to your husband's?"
"Ah, Lord, bigger than his, stronger than his, he… can't do it."
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Zhao Tianhao lifted Nuolan down. Nuolan, having fallen from the peak of pleasure, looked at him with some unsatisfied desire.
"Spread your legs!"
Zhao Tianhao turned Nuolan over, making her upper body lie face down on the platform. Nuolan looked up at herself and Zhao Tianhao in the mirror, watching their almost bestial rear-entry position. She covered her face with her hands in shame, yet couldn't resist the urge to peek. Her hips, honed by years of training, moved nimbly and lightly, thrusting shallowly. Watching his thick member appear and disappear between her full, delicate lips, Zhao Tianhao's pleasure slowly intensified.
"Ah, Master, ah, it feels so good, you're so good at this, ah."
"Master will love you often from now on."
"Ah, good, little one, let Master have his fill! Ah, ah, Master, you're so amazing, so thick and long, it's hitting the very tip of my heart, ah, I'm going to be killed by you, ah."
"You little slut!"
Zhao Tianhao stood behind Nuolan, forcefully kneading her high, full breasts, swaying his hips, thrusting deeply into her tight, slippery cavity.
"Ah, I am, a slut, Master, you, kill, me!"
Nuolan's face contorted, water dripped from her lips, and she moaned weakly. Feeling Zhao Tianhao's penis grow harder and hotter, Nuolan began to tremble violently, pressing herself tightly against his groin. With a cry of "I'll kill you!", Zhao Tianhao thrust his burning hot member into Nuolan's womb once more.
"Ah, Lord, I'm going to die, it's so hot, I'm going to fly, ah!"
Nuolan groaned weakly. Since Vincent planned to divorce her and move out, Nuolan hadn't enjoyed herself for two years. Even when they were newly married, Vincent spent very little time at home each year, and their encounters were limited, always lasting less than three minutes, which greatly dissatisfied Nuolan. She had previously thought the process was boring, even somewhat indifferent. Now, with Zhao Tianhao opening the gates of desire, she was experiencing true pleasure and was now unable to stop. She finally understood that she could be this happy, and that her husband was a useless piece of trash. He just wanted a divorce, right? Of course, she would, but before that, she would have to put a big cuckold's cap on him. The more humble she had been before, the more she hated and went mad with it now.
The two, still lost in the afterglow of their previous encounter, lay limply entwined on the floor, savoring the incredible pleasure they had just experienced. Zhao Tianhao, recovering first from his intense passion, looked again at the beautiful woman lying languidly in his arms, ravaged by the storm. Her face was flushed, her eyes were languid, her long black hair cascaded over her white body, and her lips were slightly parted, exhaling a fragrant breath. Her slit, still swollen and open from Zhao Tianhao's earlier encounter, was still slowly leaking a mixture of fluids.
For the entire afternoon, Zhao Tianhao and Nuolan made love repeatedly on the bed, on the floor, on the windowsill, on the sofa, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and on the TV cabinet. Years of pent-up desire were released all at once, and Nuolan seemed to have forgotten her fatigue. As dusk fell, Nuolan lay on top of Zhao Tianhao, gazing at him with the adoration of a young girl in her first love. Zhao Tianhao couldn't help but kiss Nuolan passionately, her soft body trembling slightly under his caresses.
"Ah, Master, stop, stop! It hurts so much down there, it's swollen like a big steamed bun!"
Nuolan pouted, playfully punching Zhao Tianhao. "It's all your fault, you bad Master!"
"How is it your fault, Master? You were the one who cried out for it!"
"Ah, Master, don't say that."
After the playful fight, Nuolan nestled obediently into Zhao Tianhao's arms, her soft little hands tracing his lips. Nuolan remembered the words she had used during their lovemaking, and her face flushed instantly.
"Why are you blushing? Are you thinking about something naughty again, you little rascal?"
Zhao Tianhao kissed Nuolan's small ear, whispering in her ear. Just as their tongues were intertwined, Nuolan's phone rang, causing Zhao Tianhao's hand to stop on her full breasts. Nuolan, naked, answered the phone with an annoyed expression. Yes, at this tender moment, while she was enjoying a romantic time with her master, her cuckolded husband called.
Nuolan had completely forgotten how she had tried to salvage her marriage last night when she was drunk. Now that she had someone to rely on, Vincent could go to hell.
"I'm coming to Shanghai tomorrow. Have you thought it over?"
Vincent went straight to the point.
"Okay, come to my house tomorrow night."
With that, Nuolan slammed down the phone. Hearing Vincent's voice made her want to vomit. She didn't know what had possessed her.
"Your husband is coming back tomorrow."
Zhao Tianhao said, playing with Nuolan's breasts.
"Yes, I've decided to divorce him, Master. You're all I have now. You can't abandon me."
Nuolan looked at Zhao Tianhao pitifully.
"You're so seductive, serving your master so well, how could your master abandon you?"
Zhao Tianhao laughed.
"Ugh, you're only a slut at home. I'm going to give Vincent a gift tomorrow."
"What gift?"
Zhao Tianhao asked.
"Hehe."
Nuolan smiled but didn't speak. Looking at Nuolan's vengeful eyes, Zhao Tianhao knew without guessing. She was going to give her husband a huge "forgiveness hat" as a divorce gift.
"Master, you won't leave tomorrow, will you?"
Nuolan said, grabbing Zhao Tianhao's penis and giving it a light bite.
"We'll see."
Zhao Tianhao thrust forward, shoving his penis into Nuolan's mouth.
"Ah, oh, Master, I will, oh, serve you well, oh."
Nuolan swallowed his penis, her words muffled. Nuolan, like a kitten in heat, obediently knelt between Zhao Tianhao's legs, her right hand tightly gripping his penis, her left hand gently caressing his testicles.