Black Silk Temptation, Squirting Incontinence
“You…!”
Mu Xueyi’s face drained from flushed pink to ghostly pale in an instant, then turned ashen, before finally swelling beet red—an exquisite cocktail of utter shame and humiliation!
She pushed against the snow with all her might right away, desperate to wrench herself free from Su Rui’s grasp.
But Su Rui was faster!
With a low chuckle, he flexed his waist and abdomen fiercely, flipping their naked entwined bodies in a dizzying whirl. In a heartbeat, he had her pinned firmly beneath him on the frigid snow!
“Urgh!”
The bone-chilling cold seeping into her back drew a gasp of shock, but what truly terrified her was that monstrous shaft, which had only just erupted inside her, showing no sign of softening. Instead, the violent shift in position drove it even deeper, wedging unyieldingly into her innermost depths, flooding her with a suffocating fullness!
“Let me go! Su Rui! You bastard!”
Mu Xueyi was mortified beyond endurance, her hands shoving futilely against his solid chest as she struggled.
The snow’s faint chill clashed starkly with the scorching heat he’d ignited within her, the ice-and-fire torment leaving her limbs limp and weak.
Su Rui loomed over her, drinking in the captivating mix of fury, shame, and panic twisting her features, his lips curling into an ever more brazen smirk.
Far from releasing her, he thrust his hips upward with malicious intent from their intimately joined position. The buried giant ground over her most sensitive spot, wrenching an uncontrollable shudder from her.
“Let you go?”
He chuckled low, his mockery unmasked: “Wasn’t it you, my wife, who climbed on top of your husband of your own accord? And now you want me to let go?”
Mu Xueyi’s face turned frosty, her body fighting the unfamiliar waves of pleasure surging from her core as she gritted out, “Your demonic flames raged out of control—you were out of your mind! I was saving you! How dare you… how dare you repay kindness with enmity!”
“Saving me?”
Su Rui arched a brow, his movements unrelenting as he began a slow, deliberate rhythm of thrusts. Each plunge rubbed precisely against her sensitive walls, stirring faint wet sounds: “Then why’s your body reacting so honestly? Looks to me like you were the one burning up, just looking for some high-and-mighty excuse to offer yourself up.”
“You… nonsense! Ah… stop! I told you to… stop!”
Her fractured protests shattered under the mounting ferocity of his impacts. The hands she’d used to push him away were easily pinned above her head with one of his.
Su Rui leaned down, claiming her lips in a domineering kiss. His tongue forced its way in, coiling around hers, sucking greedily at her sweetness.
His lower assault grew savage, each thrust plunging to the hilt as if to impale and possess her utterly.
Yet in the midst of his triumphant haze, he sensed the woman beneath him had stopped struggling—no response at all, just faint, muffled sobs.
Su Rui paused, pulling back from her lips. To his surprise, twin trails of clear tears slid from the corners of her eyes, matting her temples before vanishing into the snow.
Those once cool, rippling peach-blossom eyes now brimmed with tears as they gazed up at him, swirling with a tangle of humiliation, sorrow, and a near-despairing stillness.
His thrusting slowed involuntarily.
“…Su Rui.”
She spoke, her voice laced with sobs, eerily calm in a way that chilled him: “Seeing me like this—helpless, letting you do as you please—does it make you feel oh so satisfied?”
Her gaze seemed to accuse: Does crushing my dignity make you this smug?
Su Rui’s heart stuttered, an indescribable emotion flickering through him.
He reached out, gently wiping her tears, his tone softening despite his usual roguish edge: “Satisfied? Damn right. How could I not be, with Mu Xueyi throwing herself at me?”
“I did it to save you!”
“Your husband knows.”
“If you know… why humiliate me like this?”
Mu Xueyi turned her head away, refusing to meet his eyes, her voice choked with suppressed sobs: “Let me go… this ends now…”
“No chance!”
Su Rui leaned close to her ear, his breath hot and dangerous: “Mu Xueyi, you come to me looking this tempting—how could I let you off easy? That’d make me less than a man.”
His voice dropped, thick with possessive command: “Besides, you swore there’d never be a next time. But now it’s happened, shattering that vow of yours… why not let your husband have his fill? That way, you’ll remember not to ‘save’ me so recklessly again, yeah?”
Mu Xueyi bit her lower lip hard enough to taste blood.
She knew resistance was futile against this man.
Su Rui saw her silence as tacit consent and grinned triumphantly, peppering kisses across her face.
From forehead to eye corners, damp cheeks, pert nose, and finally reclaiming those trembling lips. His tongue pried past her teeth, tangling intimately with hers.
This kiss held less brute force, more an irresistible tenderness.
Mu Xueyi’s body went rigid as steel, her mind screaming defiance, but her strength ebbed away, leaving her pliant. Even her clenched jaw softened under his patient licks.
In the past, without restraints, she’d have bitten down hard for such an invasion!
But now, wrapped in his familiar domineering scent, resistance simply… evaporated. As if her soul had long grown accustomed to this intimacy.
Sensing her yielding, Su Rui finally released her lips.
Mu Xueyi glared coldly, her voice a mosquito’s whisper, weary with resignation yet clinging to one last thread: “…The last time. Betray your word again, and I’ll… I’ll go down with you in flames!”
A glint flashed in Su Rui’s eyes as he pressed his advantage: “Since it’s this memorable last time, how about indulging your husband and putting this on?”
With swift motion, he pulled a pair of gossamer-thin, silky black pantyhose from his storage pouch.
One of the prizes from the auction house.
Mu Xueyi glanced once and flushed crimson, her refusal ironclad: “No! Absolutely not! Su Rui, don’t push it!”
She tried curling up, but he held her fast.
“Not up to you, wife.”
Su Rui smirked wickedly, tapping her lower abdomen. A seal sank in, locking away all her spiritual power.
“You! Resorting to such despicable tricks again!” Mu Xueyi raged, eyes blazing, but utterly stripped of fight.
“Who asked you not to play nice?” Su Rui chuckled lowly, proceeding to dress her in the shameful garment without further ado.
Half-hearted resistance—or outright powerlessness—later, the sheer black pantyhose clung from her delicate jade feet upward, sheathing her long, straight, porcelain legs inch by inch, up to her waist.
The silken glide against her skin wove stark black against flawless white, sanctity laced with lewdness, assaulting every sense.
The waistband traced her flat belly and slender waist, while the sheer black at her crotch veiled her secret valley in hazy allure.
Su Rui’s breath hitched, nearly drooling.
He’d known her perfect legs and ass would make these pantyhose devastating—and they did, breathtakingly beautiful, insanely erotic!
Mu Xueyi flushed pink from head to toe, instinctively clamping her thighs, only for Su Rui to pry them apart.
He seized one black-sheathed jade foot—dainty, elegant, with a perfect arch, now doubly tempting.
He fondled obsessively, fingers savoring the warmth and softness beneath the silk.
“Let go… don’t touch there!” Mu Xueyi felt itchy tingles in her sole and deeper shame, snapping coldly, her voice faintly quivering.
Su Rui didn’t release—instead, he bent down, tongue darting out to lick between her sensitive toes through the thin black silk!
“Ah! What… what are you doing?! Stop!”
Mu Xueyi arched like a cat with its tail stepped on, toes curling tight. The tingling itch mixed with crushing humiliation surged to her head, birthing a frightening new pleasure.
“Even your feet are this sensitive, wife?”
Su Rui’s eyes lit like he’d found treasure: “Heh, just enjoy it—your husband’ll serve them right.”
“Shameless! Bastard!”
She cursed in fury, but her body betrayed her. The licking sparked electric threads of pleasure from her depths, leaving her panicked and helpless.
Suddenly, inspiration struck Su Rui.
He aligned her black-stockinged feet together, drawing them to his raging erection, rubbing the silky insteps and soft soles along the scorching shaft.
“What… what now?!”
Mu Xueyi felt the searing heat and iron hardness, panicking as she tried yanking back—only for him to grip her ankles vise-like.
“Don’t you know, wife?”
Su Rui guided her feet to envelop his throbbing need, voice husky with lust: “This is a footjob.”
“How would I know such… filthy things!” She was mortified—this bastard and his tricks!
“No worries, your husband’ll teach you.”
Su Rui instructed patiently, irresistibly: how to use soles, arches, even toes to please him. “Like this first—squeeze tighter, slide up and down…”
“Shut up! I won’t learn!”
Mu Xueyi whipped her head away, ears burning, feet rigid in refusal.
Su Rui wasn’t fazed, whispering threats by her ear: “Won’t play nice? Guess I’ll have to enjoy somewhere else—like that untouched virgin rear of yours.”
His fingertip ghosted her cleft.
Mu Xueyi froze, terror flashing in her eyes.
Weighing the lesser evil, she pursed her lips, humiliated, averting her gaze—but her silk-clad feet finally moved, clumsy and slow, as instructed.
Silk’s slickness met jade feet’s softness in perfect, soul-melting embrace.
Her feet were exquisite—graceful arches, soles firm yet yielding. Through the thin black, they teased glans, ridge, shaft: cradling with insteps, clamping for rapid friction.
Su Rui sighed in bliss, watching his purple head peek from her sexy black silk feet, precum darkening the fabric—visual overload.
“Yes, like that—harder, toes on there… oh…”
He directed, pleasure building.
Mu Xueyi squeezed her eyes shut, lashes trembling, shamed into the “task.” Her feet ached and tingled, but alien pleasure crept through her nerves, shamefully heating her core.
Finally, as her feet quickened in frantic rubs, Su Rui growled, spine tingling. Thick white ropes erupted, splattering her silk-sheathed soles, ankles, even calves in lewd spots.
Mu Xueyi’s feet went slack, sticky with his mess. She bit back fury, voice quavering faintly with exhaustion: “…Enough now? Let me go!”
Su Rui gripped her slim ankle, guiding her sole back to his shaft—still fierce, hotter: “Look, wife—it’s complaining, swollen and aching… how’s this enough?”
“You… handle it yourself!”
Panic flickered in her peach eyes—this damn thing wasn’t sated?
“No!”
Su Rui refused flatly, tone hardening.
He flipped her lithe body roughly, forcing her to kneel facing away on the cold snow.
This pose bared her black-silk-clad peach ass brazenly to his heated gaze.
He ripped the soaked crotch of her pantyhose with a sharp tear, exposing her untouched pink rear rosebud and the forward, swollen, dripping crimson slit.
“Su Rui! You… you break your word!”
Mu Xueyi felt his scorching tip nudge her slick entrance again, twisting desperately to flee—only grinding her cheeks harder against his glans, spurring him on.
Su Rui nipped her sensitive earlobe and neck, hips sinking to bury deep in her slick-yet-tender channel once more, drawing a pained whimper.
“Hmph… gentler… it hurts…”
She pleaded weakly, curling slightly from discomfort.
“Blame these fire-starting black stockings, wife—your husband can’t hold back… This really is the last time.”
Su Rui panted raggedly, thrusts turning feral—deep, heavy slams, balls slapping her cheeks in lewd paps.
“Mm… ah… you… if you lie again…”
Mu Xueyi’s voice fractured under the pounding, gasps ragged, yet she threatened: “If… you trick me again… I won’t… forgive you…”
But in the heat of passion, it rang hollow.
“Good wife.”
Su Rui ravaged while coaxing: “Your husband swears—one more load and done. Lower that torso more, hike this soul-stealing black-silk ass higher! Let me in deeper!”
“Mm… hmph… in… your dreams!”
Mu Xueyi stubbornly arched her back, clinging to crumbling dignity amid futile resistance.
A wicked gleam in Su Rui’s eyes—a finger slipped into her cleft, pressing her clenched chrysanthemum with undeniable force, tip dimpling the soft folds in blatant threat: “Won’t cooperate? Guess I’ll sample this virgin ass now. Bet it’s insanely tight…”
“Ah—no! Absolutely not! Get it away!”
Mu Xueyi jolted like a startled rabbit, shrieking denial, body melting into quivering surrender from shame and fear.
“Then lower that body like a good girl?”
Su Rui circled her rear teasingly, scalp-tingling shame and dread flooding her.
“You… bully too far…”
Choked accusation, but her body obeyed instinctively—torso dropping low, heavy snow breasts nearly brushing the snow, nipples stiff from cold and pleasure; her silk-wrapped peach cheeks hiked high in silent submission.
This total yielding thrilled Su Rui.
He growled, hands clamping her soft waist for a fresh, endless onslaught.
His thick length pistoned her sodden depths, churning squelches and white froth with each plunge.
Her full silk-clad cheeks rippled with hypnotic waves from impacts; forward, her laden peaks swayed wildly, pink tips grazing snow in icy ecstasy.
“Ah… mm-ah… hmph…”
Mu Xueyi couldn’t stifle her throat anymore—sweet, fragmented moans spilled free. Her battered sensitive core drowned her mind in crashing bliss, leaving her rocking passively to his rhythm.
Abruptly, Su Rui scooped her up, seating her back-to-chest in his lap—his beast still buried impossibly deep.
This angle speared unprecedented depths, battering her womb core every time!
Mu Xueyi yelped sharply, arms instinctively looping back around his neck for balance.
Su Rui gripped her cheeks, bucking upward viciously from below, as if pulverizing her womb.
“No… too deep… ha-ah… slower… slower… can’t take it…”
Head thrown back, neck a graceful vulnerable line, her stifled cries erupted into blushing, endless moans laced with sobs.
The frenzy dragged on—hours, it felt—melting snow in a ring around them from their heat. Su Rui remained tireless, no release in sight.
Mu Xueyi’s tender folds burned swollen, throbbing with fiery ache amid pleasure, exhaustion undeniable.
She felt like a storm-battered boat on the verge of splintering.
Finally, sobbing with despair: “How… how much longer… till you cum? I… I can’t anymore…”
Su Rui hammered steadily, breath hot on her sweaty temple, teasing: “Since it’s the last time, wife, your husband’s gotta savor it—how could I cum so quick?”
“You… enough already…”
She whimpered, trembling: “It… hurts so much there… really…”
“Hurts?”
Su Rui eased slightly, tongue lapping sweat from her ear: “Then beg me, wife? Beg your husband nice… to cum inside you.”
He knew verbal surrender would shatter her final barrier.
Mu Xueyi bit her lip bloody, flushing scarlet.
Such lewd pleas? Unthinkable—worse than the act itself.
Her silence met no force; Su Rui just ramped up speed and force, pounding mercilessly as if to break her, fresh pains blooming.
Two torturous hours later, her mind blurred, core numb and void yet stuffed, body long past limits.
At last, on the brink of soul-shattering bliss-pain from another cruel deep thrust, her psyche crumbled. Mosquito-soft, sobbing surrender: “Give… it to you… cum… inside me…”
Su Rui smirked victoriously but kept thrusting wildly, feigning deafness: “What’s that, wife? Wind’s too loud—speak up!”
Mu Xueyi shut her eyes in humiliation, tears falling, summoning her last strength louder, voice breaking: “I… I want you to cum inside! In my… pussy! …Please…”
The final word barely audible, but crystal to Su Rui.
Ecstasy surged—long-pent desire and triumph erupting.
With a guttural roar of fulfillment, he slammed home, glans clamping her quivering core. Boiling seed gushed like a wild stallion, flooding her depths, scalding every sensitive inch.
“Aaaah—!”
The forceful jets and utter fullness shattered her. Mu Xueyi screamed skyward, wildly convulsing, pussy clenching and milking in orgasmic waves… followed by a hot gush of urine.
She squirted, incontinent in ecstasy.