Chapter 88: I'll Fucking Shoot It All Into You
Lin Zimo has no choice but to let Gu Qingcheng massage him.
Her technique is clumsy at first, but with his guidance, she gets better and better.
His body has been rigid for too long, though. Her hands tire out before he finally relaxes.
Gu Qingcheng bites her red lip in frustration and dives in with renewed vigor, humming and grunting as she works.
Lin Zimo watches her in surprise. He didn't expect such persistence. He offers a few more tips.
She's quick on the uptake, mastering the essentials in no time.
Lin Zimo lets out a comfortable sigh. "You're pretty damn good. Silver-tongued—fits you perfect."
Pleased by the praise, Gu Qingcheng puts her new skills to work with even more enthusiasm.
She's the president of the Gu Group. She has to excel at everything—this included!
Lin Zimo finally unwinds under her efforts.
But her position brings her even closer now.
Seeing little resistance, Lin Zimo pulls her into his arms. His hands roam freely over her body.
Gu Qingcheng's cheeks flush crimson. Soul-melting moans spill from her lips. Her small mouth parts, exhaling sweet, orchid-like breaths against his neck—teasing his lust relentlessly.
"Ah... oh... Brother, you're so bad. Are you gonna rape me? You're crazy... ah... bad boy..."
Lin Zimo grins lewdly. "Slut, look at you, all horny like that. I'm just helping out. Burning desire's no fun, right...?"
Gu Qingcheng grabs his hand and plants it on her tits, grinding against it. She laughs huskily. "For real? Make me feel good... and you can fuck me however you want. Ah..."
Lin Zimo's hands ravage her massive tits through the thin half-sleeve, kneading that perky, youthful flesh. "Fuck your mom, you stinking bitch... No bra underneath? What else but a total slut skips panties? Cheap whore!"
He slams her against the wall. One hand grips her slender swan-like neck; the other dives under her shirt, groping the full, silky breast directly.
Gu Qingcheng wails in ecstasy. Her little mouth spills endless "mmms" and "aahs." She twists her slick body like a bitch in heat, grinding wildly against his muscled frame. At some point, her small hand finds his crotch, stroking the swelling monster through his pants.
"Brother, ah... your cock... so huge. How'd it get this hard? My tits feel that good? Or... ah... am I just too sexy? Can't hold back? Oh..."
Lin Zimo toys with her tits while chuckling. "Both, slut. These jugs are perfection—born for fucking. So goddamn fun to play with... Rare to see 'em grow this epic. Eat more, get some real nutrition. Turn 'em into udders!"
His hands mash her tits viciously. He releases her neck, kneading freely now. The flesh yields perfectly—elastic, like soft dough molding to every squeeze in his palms.
"Ah... Brother... mmm... oh, keep going. Harder! Ah... crush 'em... shatter my slutty tits! Qingcheng... oh, Qingcheng feels so good... tits so comfy... But is it okay to be this nasty?"
Lin Zimo's eyes burn blood-red. He pants like a bull, growling low. "Fuck... you don't tell, I don't tell—who knows? Shit!"
He straddles her, mauling those soft mounds. Thumb and forefinger pinch her pink nipples hard. Each twist draws fresh waves of her lewd cries.
Next, he yanks down her sleep shirt. Her perky tits spill free, topped with cute pasties that quiver with every breath. The jiggling flesh makes Lin Zimo drool—spit dripping onto her smooth, flat belly.
"Mmm... um... Brother, ah... so rough... but I love it. Love you like this—total man. So handsome... mmm..."
Her utter sluttiness ignites him. He swings a leg over her pretty face, grinding his crotch against her mouth. "Bitch, fuck your mom... Pants off—with your mouth. Suck my big dick, you goddamn slut dog, rotten whore..."
Gu Qingcheng reaches for the belt. SLAP!
AH!
A bright red handprint blooms on her tender cheek. She clutches her face, pouting. "Brother... what? Why hit me...?"
She looks hurt, but deep down, she craves it. Her pussy clenches tight, juices soaking her panties the instant the slap lands.
Lin Zimo snarls. "Fuck your mom, cheap bitch! Mouth only, got it? Bite the belt, unzip, then yank the underwear. Suck it, whore!"
Gu Qingcheng sticks out her tongue, grinning lewdly. "Brother, ah... got it. But... can you slap me more? I like it—love getting slapped... ah..."
Lin Zimo stares at her slutty face. This woman's depravity exceeds anything he imagined—begging for face-slaps. Jackpot.
He grabs her cheeks, squeezing. "Whore, you asked for it... Don't cry if I don't hold back."
Gu Qingcheng gazes up with sultry eyes, tongue out, challenging him.
SLAP!
"Fuck your mom, slut... Feel good?"
He swings full force. Her face snaps sideways, ecstasy mixing with the handprint.
His strength is immense—no mercy this time. The thrill hits different.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The slaps rain like a storm, whipping her head left, right, left again. Dozens land before he pauses, panting atop her.
Gu Qingcheng moans nonstop, her face a canvas of his handiwork. He grips her chin hard. "Slut pussy, fuck your mom—enjoying my hits? Answer me, trash!"
She sweeps her hair aside, lazy-eyed and seductive. Her arms loop his neck; she pecks his cheek. "So good... came close to cumming. Love it for real, Brother."
Lin Zimo leers. "Yeah? You filthy slut... Pretending I'm your boyfriend to fool your parents? Or always this starved for dog treatment? Answer, cunt!"
Gu Qingcheng clings tighter, submissive. "Whatever you say I'm here for... that's it. Now? Your personal cumdump. Cock sleeve for draining you... ah..."
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck your mom... Can't take it anymore, ah..."
Her dirty words and whore act push him over. He seizes her head, mashing it into his crotch. "Fuck, fuck your mom, stinking bitch... Off—with your mouth! Then suck cock. Serve me right, hear?!"
"Mmm... um... Got it... ah... yes..."
She obediently bites the waistband, tugging. The loose sleep pants nearly drop. Lin Zimo smirks wickedly, shoves her head inside, and thrusts against her mouth.
"Mm... guh... cough cough... guh... cough cough..."
She nearly suffocates before he yanks her free. Impatient, he rips his own pants down. The massive, intimidating cock springs out, right in her face.
Thick, rigid, veiny black shaft—ferocious. Egg-sized head presses her cheek. Gu Qingcheng's heart races. Perfect for her—this plunging into her slut hole would be heaven.
"Ah... Brother, your cock's so big, so thick... I love it. Love huge cocks like yours, mmm..."
Her pink tongue darts out, kissing the shaft.
Smack!
The musky hormone scent dizzies her. She nearly melts, kissing and licking wildly, coating it in spit.
One lick, and Lin Zimo yanks her head back—SLAP!
"Cunt! Did I say lick? This thirsty? Say it—my cock or your toy, bigger?"
She cradles her face, smirking seductively. "Ah... Yours, obviously. So big, thick, dark—handsome!"
Lin Zimo grins, slapping her cheeks with his cock. Pa-pa-pa! Endless smacks.
"Ah... fuck, feels good... Face so soft... Bliss..."
He gets addicted. Glans batters her relentlessly. Precum oozes from the slit, streaking her slapped cheeks—irresistibly erotic.
"Oh... so good... mmm... Brother, punish me with your big cock... ah... big cock punish this slut sis. Qingcheng loves it... ah... want it slapping my face..."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Harder, faster. She hugs his thighs, taking the battering. Soon, her face glistens with sticky precum—like a fresh facial.
"Fuck no, goddamn... Can't hold it. Quick—suck my cock, fuck your mom! Take it deep, whore... Suck good."
"Mmm... um... Yes, Brother... Sucking your big cock... ah..."
Lin Zimo shoves his monster into her tiny mouth—half vanishes on the first thrust. He bucks, burying it whole. Far girthier and longer than her toy; instant gag reflex hits.
"Guh... retch... cough cough... retch... retch... mmm... oh... retch..."
She retches hard, nearly expelling it. But he pins her head—throat must take it all.
Lin Zimo feels paradise: warm, wet, vise-tight. Nearly cums on entry.
Glans in her throat, muscles milking it. His sensitive head throbs. He loses it—pounding her whore mouth like a pussy.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Balls slap her chin. He face-fucks brutally. Eyes squeezed shut in agony, head trapped, she endures. Drool spills from wrecked lips onto the bed.
"Retch... mmm... retch... retch... cough cough... retch... retch..."
Her tightening mouth and writhing throat squeeze him insanely. Her pained face fuels him—conquest surges. Gags and coughs hammer his nerves. More pain, more thrill; harder thrusts.
"Bliss! Fuck, fuck your mom... Real cock double, your mom's... Die, whore—I'll fuck you dead, trash!"
Not enough. He yanks her hair, slamming her onto him—like she's deepthroating eagerly.
Free hand rains slaps. Overload: pure heaven.
"Mmm... Bliss! Fuck your mom... Too fucking good. Pussy's best on sluts like you—slut dogs. Fuck, insane rush... Dying here..."
"Mmm... retch... cough cough... retch... retch... mmm... cough cough... cough cough..."
She adapts to the size. Tongue now teases the invading shaft, coiling veins.
Lin Zimo's eyes roll. Too perfect. Orgasm builds—signals scream from his cock.
"Ah... no more! Fuck, damn bitch dog... Can't... gonna cum! Fuck your mom—cumming! Drown you, rotten whore... Fuck your mom, ah..."
Growls deepen. Pace accelerates—fiercer, deeper into throat. She matches, sucking faster, tongue wild.
Best fuck ever. Her depravity defies belief. Words fail; just endless thrusting for pleasure. Climax overwhelms.
"Ah... fuck your mom, fuck your mom... Livestock bitch, stinking cock dog—shooting! Ah... cumming! Ah... fuck... all of it fucking shot into you! Ah..."
"Mmm... retch... Cum, cum then... cough cough... mmm... retch... retch..."
She gulps the cock. Glans swells, shaft pulses—then thick, foul semen erupts. So voluminous, scalding; she chokes, dazed, retching.
"Retch... cough cough... cough cough... cough cough... retch... mmm..."
Lin Zimo holds her head, blissfully unloading.
Her whore mouth is unreal. He nearly blacks out post-climax.
Cock softens inside. She swallows every drop.