Lips and Tongue Shatter Defenses, Climaxes in Endless Waves
“Mm ah… no… stop…”
Mu Xueyi’s delicate frame trembled lightly. This unprecedented, utterly humiliating stimulation left her mind a blank slate.
Her tightly clenched lips could no longer contain the shattered moans. Fragmented whimpers and gasps escaped uncontrollably.
Her waist arched instinctively, as if fleeing, yet craving more.
Deep within her body, waves of intense emptiness and spasms surged. The shame of that tongue’s invasion and teasing struck straight to her soul.
She could clearly feel her honeyed nectar flooding out like a burst dam, soaking his lips, tongue, and jaw.
The room echoed with blush-inducing tch-tch wet sounds and her own uncontrollable, syrupy pants.
Sensing her honest reaction, Su Rui redoubled his efforts, lapping even more fervently.
He even slipped a finger into that already sodden, scorching-tight entrance, gently digging and stroking, pairing it with sucks on her outer clit for double-layered torment.
“Ah… ha ah…”
Mu Xueyi jerked her head back, her neck tracing a graceful arc, toes curling tight, body bowing taut as a string.
A fierce ecstasy, nearly blacking her out, exploded from her core, sweeping every inch of her like a tidal wave.
She had… climaxed in an instant under his oral worship.
Vast floods of love juices gushed like incontinence, all caught by Su Rui.
He lifted his head, gazing at the dazed-eyed, flushed-cheeked, limp-as-mud Mu Xueyi beneath him. With a smug lick of his lips, he savored the last drop of her sweet nectar.
“Wifey, feel good?”
Su Rui leaned down, breath hot against her sensitive earlobe, voice low and magnetic: “When you passed that heart demon trial during your Nascent Soul formation, you said any decent tool could please your body. But the only one who can give you climaxes this extreme? In all the world, only laozi here.”
Mu Xueyi struggled to steady her post-orgasm tremors and breaths. At his words, she bit her lip, retorting coldly: “If… you’re going to do it, then hurry up… why always spout… this nonsense…”
Her voice still husky from arousal, yet clinging to her final chill.
Su Rui chuckled low, his large hand lingering on her smooth inner thigh: “So impatient already, wifey? Say you want it, and your husband will give it to you, no questions asked.”
With that, he swiftly undid his pants. His iron-hard colossal shaft sprang free, aggressively nudging her drenched pink slit.
The searing glans ground against her still-twitching petals in orgasmic aftershocks, sending chaotic friction through her.
Mu Xueyi stiffened at the burning threat, lips bitten: “Do you think I’d… say something like that?”
Having her admit it aloud was worse than death.
“Who knows?”
Su Rui’s grin turned teasing, fingertip grazing her flushed nipple: “Even I never imagined licking wifey’s White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole would make an icy fairy like you react this wildly—hell, laozi even licked out your squirt. Kekeke.”
“I… I just… really don’t like you licking there!”
Mu Xueyi turned her head, dodging his scorching gaze, a faint panic in her voice.
Su Rui’s fingers kneaded her plump ass not too lightly, grinning wickedly: “You climaxed wave after wave, body melting like spring waters—yet this little mouth stays so damn stubborn? Come on, let hubby taste if it’s still that hard.”
He claimed her lips without refusal. That tongue, fresh from ravaging her White Tiger, carried the nectar’s unique floral tang, domineeringly plunging in to plunder her saliva like fine wine.
The kiss dragged long and deep until she nearly suffocated. Only then did he withdraw, trailing kisses to her cheek, sensitive lobe, quivering eyelids, pert nose… A rain of fine pecks fell, laced with obsessive tenderness—contrasting his earlier brutality, stirring her even more.
“Can you… not do all these tricks… just finish… please…”
She panted, a plea slipping unnoticed even by her.
Su Rui’s glans still teased her entrance. He fought his urge to thrust, coaxing: “Just say ‘I want it,’ wifey, and hubby gives you paradise right now.”
His tone dripped seduction.
Mu Xueyi bit her lower lip bloody, refusing to beg.
No way in hell would she utter such lewdness.
Su Rui eyed her stubbornness. Pushing further was pointless—and he was burning up too.
He chuckled, petting her head indulgently: “Wifey’s as shy as ever. Fine, no more teasing—time for hubby to love you proper.”
His hips dipped. The massive head parted her sealed petals, stretching the slick-tight entry, sinking slow.
“Mm…”
Mu Xueyi grunted, brows knitting.
Drenched as she was, the excessive girth still ached.
Her core clenched instinctively, walls gripping like rejecting an intruder.
“Relax, wifey… you’re squeezing too tight…”
Su Rui savored the ultimate embrace, hands on her slim waist, advancing steady and deep.
The shaft plowed layered folds, bottoming at her core.
When his pelvis kissed her round cheeks, Su Rui sighed in bliss.
Once more, he filled her narrow valley without gap.
After a pause, he began moving.
Slow thrusts at first, letting her adjust.
Each pull-out to the brink, each plunge slamming her tender depths.
The thick rod rasped sensitive walls, drawing more sloppy gluck-gluck sounds.
Mu Xueyi clenched her teeth, stifling moans to faint nasal breaths and choked sobs, betraying her strain.
“Wifey, so uncooperative—how’s hubby to enjoy himself?”
Unpleased by her restraint, Su Rui sped up, strikes harder, shifting her body with each impact.
“Don’t… get… too greedy…”
Mu Xueyi retorted in fragments, voice breaking on thrusts: “I’m… already… trying… to cooperate…”
Lying here for his use, sans fierce resistance—that was her max concession.
“Trying?”
Su Rui arched a brow, halting mid-bury. He gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open, shoving two fingers in to stir her soft tongue: “This is cooperating… no teeth-clenching. Moan out—let hubby hear you…”
“Woo…”
Mu Xueyi shook her head to escape the fingers, but he held firmer.
Drool trailed her lips.
Su Rui resumed, pace quickening, power surging.
Nine shallow, one deep; grinding heavy, then rapid barrages; angles shifting to hit her wall’s sweet spots.
“Mm…”
Finally, a heavy slam drew a syrupy moan from her.
Inevitable—she couldn’t grit through the rod’s core-pounding bliss.
That moan was heavenly music.
Smug, Su Rui withdrew slick fingers trailing silver, chuckling: “Wifey, comfy with hubby’s fucking?”
Eyes shut, cheeks blazing, Mu Xueyi shook her head faintly, silent.
Su Rui didn’t press: “Fine, but no more teeth—or fingers go back in.”
He scooped her up, facing him astride his lap—this let him pierce deeper, near impaling.
Cupping her ass, he bucked upward wildly.
“Ah… slow… slower…”
The pose shift and deeper slams flustered her; arms looped his neck for balance.
Her pale giants jiggled with impacts, rippling hypnotically.
“Wifey, hubby holding you like this—feel that extra bliss?”
Su Rui hammered while locking on her glazed eyes, devouring every twitch.
“No… nothing…”
Mu Xueyi denied stubbornly, but her body synced his rhythm—walls like a greedy mouth, sucking his plunging shaft, betraying her.
“Stubborn mouth!”
Su Rui growled, standing with her impaled, slamming her against the cold wall from behind for deeper, crueler drives.
Flesh-slaps echoed relentlessly.
Mu Xueyi thudded against the wall, nipples scraping ice ahead, rear stuffed by fiery girth—ice-and-fire torment fraying her mind.
Climax loomed: core spasming, depths clenching, craving more.
But at the peak’s edge, Su Rui stopped, laying her back, yanking free.
Sudden void stunned her. Dazed eyes met his, brimming unsatisfied lust and confusion.
Her aroused look fed his conquest. He smacked her perky ass: “Wifey, ass up—hubby wants doggy.”
Lust faded from her eyes, clarity returning. She glared angrily, unmoving.
Backing in was shame enough; posing submissively? No.
Su Rui’s face darkened, displeasure flashing.
He yanked her up to kneel, palm cracking her pale plump cheek.
Slap!
The sharp echo rang; a red handprint bloomed.
“Ah!”
Mu Xueyi yelped, quaking from pain and humiliation.
He shoved her down, voice icing: “Mu Xueyi, that your ‘cooperation’? Get that peach ass up yourself—or piss off laozi, and you know the price!”
Threat dripped absolute.
Mu Xueyi whipped back, eyes blazing fury, chest heaving—cursing him inwardly a thousand times.
But she bit down, humiliated, slowly kneeling, raising that smacked, red-marked ripe-peach ass high for him.
The pose screamed temptation and degradation.
Su Rui’s throat bobbed, lust flaring.
He stroked the welt with spirit-infused palm, cooling her pain gently.
“Wifey, if you’d obey, why would hubby hurt you?” His tone softened huskily.
Mu Xueyi gritted, face buried in sheets. This bastard thrilled in her humiliation—a shameless cur!
Su Rui dropped words, gripped his unsatisfied rod, aimed at her slick-sealed slit, and thrust deep.
“Ah—!”
Doggy plunged deepest; glans smashed her core.
Teetering on edge, this hurled her over.
Bliss burst like fireworks; she convulsed wildly, walls milking madly, yin essence flooding his head.
Su Rui hissed in pleasure at her peak’s squeeze and scald, pounding full strokes.
Near-full withdrawals, savage reamings; balls slapped her wet cheeks with pops.
Her plump peach rippled in ass-waves.
He draped her back, one hand snaking to knead her swinging tits, pinching peaks; the other invaded her mouth, stirring tongue to block moans.
“Mm… woo… ha ah…”
Under total assault, Mu Xueyi’s restraint cracked—moans rising, restrained yet lilting seductively, maddening any man.
Her body betrayed, ass nudging back for deeper union.
Su Rui whispered hot in her ear: “Wifey, don’t hold back—moan free. Your voice is pure music…”
His hips blurred faster, harder.
She shook her head in broken sobs, body softening under him, walls alive, clinging his shaft.
Su Rui knew this was her limit—pushing risked backlash.
These sounds were victory enough.
He focused on her slick grip and sweet cries.
Poses shifted: one leg shouldered for side-thrusts hitting spots, quaking her; folded legs to chest for brutal slams, admiring her bouncing tits and furrowed brows; her atop, guiding her clumsy rides…
“I… I can’t…”
Top position mortified her; hips twisted ineptly.
“Smart wifey, hubby teaches…”
Hands on waist, he led her ups-and-downs: heavy sinks, quick bounces.
Soon, she grasped basics, awkwardly grinding for relief.
The agency shamed her, yet thrilled control—briefly, before Su Rui reclaimed for furious pistons.
The marathon lasted hours; Black Abyss City’s din faded, leaving only flesh-thuds, wet slaps, and her unchecked gasps.
Mu Xueyi lost count of peaks, body liquid, eyes unfocused, responding on instinct.
Sweat-slick, hair plastered to flushed face and neck, she oozed ravished allure.
Finally, Su Rui roared, pinning her missionary for the mad finale.
Clutching tight, buried deepest, glans kissing spasming core, he erupted.
Scorching ropes blasted her womb walls; Mu Xueyi wailed a teary moan, quaking in climax.
Su Rui collapsed on her, panting, feeling her final throbs.
Long after, he withdrew, spilling mixed fluids.
Sealed cultivation left her mortal—exhausted beyond moving, eyes shut, craving sleep’s peace.
But drowsy, she felt that tireless beast rubbing her thigh.
Eyes snapped open in terror, meeting his still-flaming gaze.
“You… again?”
Voice hoarse, despairing.
Su Rui grinned feral, prying her limp legs, nudging her swollen slit: “Long night—think laozi’s done after one round?”
Hips sank, forcing into her battered, hypersensitive depths.
“Urgh ah…”
Refilled stretch and raw friction pained; she shook her head: “No… can’t anymore…”
“Your turn on top—move yourself.”
He rolled, seating her astride, rod reburied.
“I… really can’t… no strength…”
She pleaded; the mount shamed and drained her.
“No one starts perfect—you did great before. Hubby guides. Be good.”
Hands cupping ass, he rocked her, watching her limp bounces, hair wild, tits swaying—thoroughly broken. Sadism and triumph surged.
Another endless bout: doggy crawls, carry-fucks while pacing, ending doggy with fresh loads deep in her core…
When calm fell, Mu Xueyi couldn’t even open eyes, sinking into oblivion.
Su Rui cradled her marked, scent-soaked form, hand possessively on soft breasts, contentedly closing eyes, holding his long-craved beauty tight into slumber.