Master, Why Did You Thrust In Again?
Five minutes after entering the rest room...
"Fuck, shit... that was insane. I shot so much I'm fucking dizzy. Need to catch my breath!"
Lin Zimo blasted his load across Gu Qingcheng's thighs in pure bliss, panting hard, utterly spent. He slumped back onto the sofa for a break, eyeing Gu Qingcheng kneeling between his legs, her face flushed with slutty hunger. He chuckled wryly. "Give me ten minutes to recover, babe. Feels like you're the one raping me here, damn..."
It wasn't that he couldn't go again—just that absorbing all that hacker knowledge earlier had drained him dry.
Couldn't even focus on pounding her pussy properly.
Otherwise, no way he'd blow his load on her legs in a measly five minutes...
Sexual black history right there.
Gu Qingcheng grinned lewdly from her knees, crawling toward him slow and seductive. With every inch, she flicked her tongue over her glossy red lips—like a sex addict who couldn't live without cock and cum.
Step by teasing step, she reached his feet. Her delicate hands wrapped around his thighs as her mouth parted, planting hungry kisses up that thick, muscular length.
"Slurp... smooch... mmm... ahh..."
His thighs were soon slick with her spit. Barely any body hair made it easy for her to lavish them with her tongue, trailing higher and higher until she reached his crotch.
The sheer girth and hardness blew her mind. He'd clearly been hitting the gym hard—this solid power was irresistible.
"Master... I love it so much... mmm... ahh... love your thighs... so thick and strong... can't take it. I need cock. Ohh... mmm... gotta eat it... eat Master's big fat cock."
She dove between his legs, her lips wrapping softly around his limp dick. She peeled back the foreskin, engulfing the fat red head completely.
"Mmm... ahh... Master... your head's so salty... ahh... I love it... Qingcheng adores sucking Master's big glans..."
As she bobbed on him, filthy words poured from her mouth—pure fuel to stoke his lust, get him rock-hard, and fill her needy cunt.
"Oh... fuck your mom... you filthy bitch. Ahh... Can't go a minute without it, huh? Pussy itching already? You slut—once I'm hard, I'll fuck you dead, wreck that worthless hole. Shit... ohh... fuck, you suck like a pro."
Lin Zimo spat vulgar abuse while clamping a big hand on her head, reveling in her deepthroat. His cock wasn't fully erect yet, so she took it effortlessly—gliding to the hilt like it was nothing. The pleasure hit him like a truck; he bucked his hips and ass, urging his dick back to full mast in her slutty mouth.
"Mmm... ahh... oh... Master, your cock... it's swelling... so hot, so thick... mmm... gurgle... gag... gag... too big, can't take it all."
His shaft thickened steadily until it raged fully erect in her mouth. The bulging head and rigid length battered her throat, forcing gag after gag as her lips stretched wide.
But Lin Zimo kept thrusting rough, picking up speed and force. Somehow he got fired up, pinning her head against the sofa edge and slamming his cock balls-deep into her drooling face.
"Gag... gag... cough cough... cough... Master, ahh... gag... cough... slow down, I can't—cough... gag... can't take it!"
He pounded harder, her gags and coughs like music—pure adrenaline, blood rushing hot, cock swelling fatter. Her spit drooled from the corners of her mouth with every brutal thrust.
Her face twisted in agony, but that pain only made him fuck her throat harder. Tormenting a woman like this? Ecstasy. He groaned nonstop, a numb tingle building in his hips.
But if he kept this up, he'd blow too soon. No—he needed to cum inside her. He yanked out, granting her sweet air.
She hadn't appreciated the stadium air before, but after that savage facefuck? It was heaven. Gasping deep, her mouth throbbed in pain, but her pussy throbbed with need. Used like a cumdump, she was a mess already. A few more minutes, and she'd cum from throat abuse alone.
"Can't... ahh... Master, fuck me! Fuck me now! Pussy's so itchy, driving me insane... wahhh."
Seeing her desperate slut-face, Lin Zimo grabbed her hair and slapped her hard.
"Crack!~"
"Ahh... Master!"
Before she could recover, more slaps rained down.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
"Fuck your mom, you whore... get on the sofa, spread those legs. Pussy facing me—I'm gonna wreck that sloppy cunt right now."
"Ahh... yes... ohh... mmm... yes, Master... spreading wide... ahh..."
She clutched her stinging red cheek, perching on the sofa with thighs splayed. Her long legs framed a dripping, cream-leaking pussy—glistening juices trickling down. Lin Zimo's eyes burned with lust.
Every smile, every move oozed her allure—that subtle seduction clawed at his soul. His cock twitched wildly; he wanted to ruin her.
He stripped off his soaked clothes, tossing them aside. Her tongue flicked her lips one last time—he snapped. Gripping his cock, he pressed it to her smooth mound, watching her pink folds quiver with each breath, winking invitingly.
Playful now, he slapped her pussy hard with his glans.
"Crack!~"
"Ohh... Daddy, your cock... so hard... pussy stings... ohh... ahh... hurts so good... mmm..."
She stroked the shaft lewdly over her slit. Her whorishness ignited him. "Fuck your mom... you trash slut. Smiling through the pain? Worthless bitch—I'll beat you dead."
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
His cock battered her pussy, forcing out floods of slick honey that soaked her ass and the sofa. If anyone saw the wet spot during recess exercises, they'd swear someone pissed themselves.
"Ahh... ahh... Daddy, Master... so good... ohh... keep going, hit me! Cock's not enough... ahh... use your hand, slap my pussy! It hurts so bad... pussy's dying."
This bitch wanted hands over cock? What a depraved slut.
He reared back and cracked her pussy full-force.
"Whap!~"
She screamed, sweat beading as ecstasy exploded skyward. Her body quaked, pussy gushing a torrent that splashed his clothes.
"Fuck, you spray like a fountain... this much? So good you squirt from a spanking? I'll kill you, you squirting whore!"
"Master... ahh... big-cock Master... beat me! Beat this worthless pussy dead... ohh... so good... gonna cum from the slaps... ahh..."
No time for more—his palm flew again, merciless, rapid-fire. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Like war drums, driving him feral.
"Ahh... ahh... Master... can't take it... ohh... stop, pussy can't... gonna cum! Pussy's cumming... so good... dying!"
Her masochism—fully trained by him—flooded her brain with dopamine. Pain twisted to bliss, double orgasms ripping through pussy and mind. She shuddered, eyes rolling back, climax crashing.
Her pale skin flushed pink. Lin Zimo sped up, pinching her fat tits, spewing filth.
"Fuck, fuck your mom, you beast... cock-sucking whore. I'll end you, ruin you, you bitch-dog. Making you pay, you skank—beat you dead, rotten-cunt trash... cumming from pussy slaps? You're the lowest slut I've ever seen... fuck, spit."
Abuse, slaps, groping, spit—he pushed past her limits. A cataclysmic orgasm hit; she convulsed wildly, squirting endless waves.
"Fuck... bliss... ahh... ahh..."
She collapsed limp on the sofa, barely clinging on.
"Holy shit... how much did you spray? Fuck."
Her obscene flood awed him. "You soak everything, damn. Skipping class for stadium sex this hot? Slut!"
Unable to wait, he ground his cock on her gushing slit. Timing perfect—he thrust his hips forward.
"Squelch!~"
His thick, rigid cock plunged balls-deep into her sopping pussy.
"Ohh... so... so good... Master's cock is... ahh... too long, too thick! Your slave's pussy's dying of pleasure... let me rest... ohh... just came..."
Her cunt was velvet heaven—suction gripping tight. Even after multiple loads, his glans twitched inside. If he didn't hold back, he'd surrender in minutes. This woman was built for dick.
"Fuck, slutty cunt... you bitch-dog... your hole feels insane... so fucking tight around my cock. You trash whore—how's Master's dick? Hard enough? Fucking your worthless pussy good? Bitch."
He hammered her while degrading her. Bitches like her craved it—pushed her sluttiness beyond limits.
Her face glowed with ecstasy. She glanced back at his grinning face, moaning. "Qingcheng's a cock-slut... ahh... ahh... so full... ohh, big cock stuffing my stinking hole... hurts so good... Master, big-cock Master... harder! Please... pound your bitch-dog's pussy! Fuck me dead, wreck me... ahh..."
His cock ravaged her depths.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Abs slamming her mound, her moans filling the air—blissful agony.
His shaft plowed her relentlessly, verbal abuse raining down. Occasional hard slaps to her pussy amplified it all. She craved endless orgasms, passing out here to honor his torment.
"Fuck, big-cock Master... ahh... so good... ohh, ohh... you fuck so well... ahh... Qingcheng's in heaven. Master... big-cock Master... harder... pound bitch-dog's itchy pussy! Needs Daddy's cock to scratch... can't hold... ahh... ahh..."
Her whorish cries fueled his frenzy—a piston machine, ravaging her sopping slit. Each thrust dragged out floods, drenching the sofa more. Splashes mesmerized him; he went brutal, her taut belly bulging with his glans.
Face-fucking was deeper, but today missionary felt perfect—mind-melting.
"Mmm... you fuck too good... bitch-dog's dying... ahh... big cock hitting womb again... so good, Master, harder... ruin bitch-dog's slut hole! Ohh, can't... bro, big-cock Master... bitch-dog's done... cumming again... dead... ahh..."
His final savage sprint detonated her building climax anew. She quaked, pussy clenching, squirting hot on his glans.
Her spasming cunt milked him tighter. He scooped her up mid-orgasm, positioning her knees on the sofa—but nah, too rough. He stood her up, hands on the backrest, ass out—ready to spank and doggy her.
"Ahh... Master, you... ahh... why'd you thrust in again... aren't you tired? I'm exhausted, Master."