Chapter 9: Lewd Cruise (8)
Knowing she liked it, Xing Ye licked with even greater intensity, his hot, wet, soft tongue sliding back and forth over her stiff nipple, the stimulation making Ji Ning's legs tremble.
She held his head, panting in a daze of passion, and before long, she begged repeatedly, "Stop… stop licking, I can't take it anymore."
Xing Ye, his patience long exhausted from the unrestrained moans she hadn't suppressed, saw she couldn't endure it anymore and pinched her chin, which had unconsciously begun dripping sweet saliva, for a kiss.
Then he unfastened his belt and trouser fly, and directly tore open the front clasp of Ji Ning's swimsuit.
Ji Ning felt a chill below, only then realizing her swimsuit was a convenient design that could open from the front.
She hadn't even noticed it herself. She didn't know how closely Xing Ye had been looking to discover this little secret.
After peeling away that thin layer of obstruction, Xing Ye gripped Ji Ning's waist and pulled her down against him.
The men around them who couldn't hold back had already started, the endless sounds of thrusting and wanton moans filling the air, stirring up a restless urge in everyone's hearts.
Because her upper body had been licked to the extreme, Ji Ning was already completely wet down below.
Xing Ye felt a handful of slickness and could no longer suppress his impulse. He thrust his hips, and with ample lubrication from her love juices, smoothly pushed the swollen head of his erect cock inside her entrance.
With a "squelch," the scorching hardness sank into softness, and both let out a simultaneous moan of satisfaction.
His cock was hard and hot; every inch it pushed deeper brought Ji Ning indescribable satisfaction.
The emptiness was filled. The pleasure from inside out left no room for thought.
His wild, primal thrusts drove straight against her deepest spot, making Ji Ning leak even more juices. She bounced on top of him, her gasps shattered into broken pieces.
"Ah… mm… slow down… I can't…"
Ji Ning truly couldn't anymore. She loved these powerful thrusts, but the intense pleasure left her helpless, a sore, swollen feeling building in her lower belly that made her feel like she was about to lose control, making her a little dazed.
But… as long as she wasn't in pain, with Xing Ye, "slow down" was never going to happen.
He pinned her waist to stop her from squirming, spread his legs a little wider, and drove into her even harder.
Mixed with her juices, the slapping of flesh against flesh created loud, rapid slaps that were utterly pornographic.
Even Ji Ning's ears burned. With no other choice, she bit down on Xing Ye's shoulder to bear it.
Finally, under his relentlessly pleasurable prodding, Ji Ning let out a sobbing cry, arched her back, and trembled violently. Sweet juices gushed from her soaked sex onto their joining, soaking Xing Ye's trousers.
Xing Ye wasn't finished that easily. He thrust a few more times, scooped some of her arousal and spread it over her folds.
Then he picked her up. They swapped positions, making her lean over the sofa. He gripped her slim waist and slammed in from behind, burying himself to the hilt.
The doggy-style position let the tip of Xing Ye's cock reach different spots. Before Ji Ning could even savor the difference, a completely distinct sense of fullness and pleasure made her legs go weak.
It felt so good Xing Ye hissed sharply, letting out a low, hoarse moan: "Ugh…"
His little sweetheart didn't know how incredible she was. The folds inside her were layered, getting tighter the deeper he went, gripping him so hard it drove him wild with pleasure. He was helplessly mesmerized by her.
Xing Ye bent over, reached forward to grab her breasts, and thrust into her without restraint.
He could feel how Ji Ning's full buttocks jiggled and bounced with each impact, slapping against his pubic bone.
No man could resist the sight of a woman's body in this position, and Xing Ye was no exception. Ji Ning had awakened a feral lust in him; all he wanted now was to fuck her until she cried out even louder.
For Ji Ning, being thrust into from a different angle, her sensitive spots rubbed with every stroke, the overwhelming need to release that had just subsided surged back.
Listening to her sobbing, tearful pants and moans, the men nearby felt their muscles clench; some of them couldn't hold back and came after just a few more thrusts.
The women, on the other hand, were envious, wishing they could feel that good too.
At that moment, the livestream comments also erupted into heated discussion.
Livestream comments:
"You've got me curious now. Is Xing Ye really that potent? I kinda want to give it a try."
"Pretty lady Ji Ning's moans are so lovely. My phantom limb is getting hard."
"Forget proxies, the real thing's already hard."
"A real-life hundred-man battle. Great instance. Five stars."
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