After a quick cleanup in the bathroom — wiping away saliva and cum stains, rinsing their mouths with mouthwash — Lin Jingjing and the now completely naked Yan Qing snuggled up on either side of Zhao Xuan.
Thanks to his enhancement, Zhao Xuan's post-orgasm downtime was short, and after just witnessing a live sex show raunchier than anything in porn, with two beauties beside him, he was already stirring again.
Lin Jingjing, already familiar with Zhao Xuan's stamina, wasn't surprised. She'd been worn out that morning and wasn't fully recovered, but Yan Qing, having just been caught up in the depravity, was already feeling it.
Though she didn't show it outwardly, her slightly clenched thighs and the dampness in her dark forest made her body's response clear.
Zhao Xuan got up, patted both their heads, and motioned for them to stand. Then he walked to the window and yanked the curtains open.
Bright sunlight flooded the room. The two women, following him to the glass, instinctively shielded their eyes and screamed at the glare.
It was high noon. Even Lin Jingjing wasn't ready to be naked in broad daylight. She quickly turned her back, and the slower-reacting Yan Qing covered her private parts.
Even indoors, being exposed in front of a giant floor-to-ceiling window was hard for them to take in.
Zhao Xuan had chosen this room for a reason — it was close to the sea, and the window faced the ocean, overlooking a large square and low-rise shops. Nobody could see in from the outside.
He wasn't interested in putting on a live show.
"Come here, get on the glass." He glanced at them, then tapped the window, signaling them to press their bodies against it.
Lin Jingjing's shame was almost equal to the moment hours earlier when she'd sprayed cum in public. But she knew better than to disobey.
She walked to the window, raised her arms, pressed her torso and arms flat against the glass, legs slightly apart, ass raised, waiting for her Master's attention.
Her extreme M-side kicked in — even though she hadn't felt much before, warmth surged in her lower belly.
Yan Qing, seeing that, lined up beside her. Four pale butt cheeks pressed together, trembling slightly from embarrassment.
Slap— Slap—
Zhao Xuan delivered a heavy spank to each of their asses, sending ripples of flesh swaying beautifully.
"Eyes open. Look outside!"
Though they were facing away from him, the faint reflection in the glass showed their shame-blinded eyes. Even repeatedly humiliated, Lin Jingjing subconsciously felt like she was in a semi-public setting.
That was exactly Zhao Xuan's aim — creating maximum exposure while keeping them safe.
Hearing his order, the two women reluctantly opened their eyes and saw the square and sea beyond, quickly realizing no one could actually see them.
Their tense bodies loosened, and they exhaled deeply, fogging small patches on the glass.
Zhao Xuan reached out, touched Lin Jingjing's pussy, then slid two fingers inside.
He immediately felt resistance — she'd instinctively clenched her folds. After a few vigorous rubs, he pulled his soaked fingers out and held them near Yan Qing's face.
"Slave Qing, lick Master's fingers clean. Taste Jing's nectar."
Yan Qing didn't dare resist. She edged closer. Maybe because there was less fluid, the taste wasn't strong. She opened her mouth and sucked on the two cum-slickened fingers, cleaning them earnestly.
Zhao Xuan's other arm circled Yan Qing's waist, aimed his cock at her pussy, and thrust hard.
"Ah—!" Caught completely off guard, Yan Qing's body stiffened, legs weakening. If not for her hands and upper body bracing against the glass and Zhao supporting her pussy, she would've collapsed.
Zhao felt the mature woman's body sink, letting him drive deeper — his tip punched into a soft mass inside.
"Master… so big…" Yan Qing was filled to the hilt, unable to form full sentences. She hadn't done "sleepover work" in years.
Back then, men who wanted her in her 30s were usually in their 40s or 50s, often struggling to stay hard and finishing in ten minutes. Even her ex-husband and the boss hadn't measured up.
At forty, "like a tiger," and primed by earlier stimulation, her long-unused passage was skewered by one fiery thrust, sending her soaring.
This was Zhao Xuan's second woman, giving him a completely different experience from Lin Jingjing. Lin's pussy was tight, shallow, and narrow — great friction, but he couldn't bury his nearly 20cm enhanced cock fully.
Yan Qing, an experienced, mature woman, shorter than Lin but with deeper, fully developed depths, could take him to the cervix without risk. He'd already enjoyed that full-penetration thrill.
Her pussy was looser, but when she clenched just right, the pressure was perfect — pleasure intact, no excess fatigue.
Different kind of bliss.
Beside them, Lin Jingjing watched two people having sex for the first time. Shy as she was, she kept watching — she knew scenes even wilder than this would happen again.
She'd initially thought Zhao would use Yan Qing to vent so she could rest, but the window-side shame and watching the live show lit her innate lust. She couldn't hold her pose.
Zhao Xuan was pounding Yan Qing when a curvy body pressed against his back. A pair of large breasts rested above his hips, rhythmically pushing with his thrusts.
He shifted his weight onto Yan Qing, gradually easing his own effort until Lin Jingjing's pushes powered the motion.
It felt like a cowgirl position, but without surrendering control to the woman.
Lin's technique was still raw — she couldn't match Zhao's preferred rhythm, maybe due to stamina.
The physical pleasure wasn't as sharp as his doing the work, but total relaxation made up for it, and she had plenty of room to improve.
Meanwhile, Yan Qing, up front, bore Zhao's weight and wave after wave of impact. Her modest-sized breasts were squashed flat against the glass, leaving two imprints as they rebounded.
She felt like a boat in a storm, rising to peaks, plunging into troughs. Intense pleasure blanked her mind, drool slipping from her slightly open mouth, tears welling in her eyes.
The trio kept going like that for over ten minutes, until Yan Qing's strength gave out. Her legs buckled, and she fell to the floor, murmuring, "Master's amazing… spare me…"
Zhao Xuan and Lin Jingjing toppled with her. Zhao didn't stop — he rearranged the fallen woman into doggy style and continued pounding.
But Yan Qing was completely spent, unable to hold even that pose. Having abstained for years, she'd already had a small hidden orgasm while giving head, unnoticed.
Now, nearly twenty minutes of continuous pounding left her feeling as if she'd fall apart.
"From now on, you'll be my exclusive slave! Obey all my commands!" Zhao Xuan thrust hard, driving into her cervix again.
Yan Qing couldn't think straight — if the monster on her would stop so she could rest, she'd agree to anything.
"Slave Qing belongs to Master… Master's exclusive slave… please… have mercy…"
Seeing she was truly exhausted, Zhao Xuan rolled over and embraced Lin Jingjing atop him, while Yan Qing collapsed to the floor, unable to move a finger.
Yan Qing's soft, gorgeous body became their mattress. Lin Jingjing, ready, spread her legs and aligned her pussy with Zhao Xuan's rock-hard cock. She sank, impaling herself.
More familiar with Zhao's preferences, but still new to sex with another woman present, she nearly slipped a few times.
Zhao Xuan stopped playing on the floor and stood, holding Lin Jingjing so her silky, long legs wrapped around his waist. Walking around the room while thrusting kept the motion going. More tiring, but manageable for him.
"Slut, beg me to cum inside you!" He knew the rougher he was, the stronger her pleasure.
"Humble slave Jing begs Master to shoot his noble seed into my filthy pussy." Lin Jingjing chimed in eagerly.
"Good. I'll give it to you. Hold it all — no leaks, or I'll make you wear a ball gag, get covered in cum, and walk through a mall." He threatened.
"Ah— Slave Jing… will preserve Master's gift…" Lin Jingjing arched back, her thick brown hair cascading down, legs locked around his waist, eyes rolling back as she drowned in climax.