Seductive and talented woman obsessed with heroes

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Mo Qing, the top courtesan of Tianxiang Pavilion, was not only stunningly beautiful, but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, possessing an extraordinary temperament. Most importantly, she had mastered the Suoyang Gong (a martial arts technique), making her bedroom skills absolutely unparalleled in Jiangnan! Countless heroes and noblemen, young masters and gentlemen, had fallen at her feet… The
wealthy and powerful Shi Gongzi, the only son of the Shi family—the foremost family in Jiangnan—was handsome and dashing. Truly a dragon among men, a figure of unparalleled elegance. Shi Gongzi was undoubtedly number one.
The brocade curtains were still warm, the incense wafting, and the exquisitely carved rosewood bed was draped with gauze curtains on all four sides.
Through the lotus-colored gauze, a fair-skinned, naked female body knelt in the center of the bed, her serpentine waist slowly swaying, like grinding stones, each rise and fall causing her tender buttocks to tremble involuntarily, creating a dazzling wave of white flesh. Sweat beaded on her fragrant skin, sliding down her watery waist and hips to her thighs. Her jade-like toes curled tightly, the soles of her delicate feet red and tender, seemingly echoing her owner's ecstasy.
"Young...Young Master!"
the woman cried out, her soft voice barely audible, her words trembling into gasps:
"Qing...Qingqing is going to die! Please...Young...Young Master, spare...spare Qingqing...ah, ah..."
Her snow-white arms were bound together by a red rope, suspended high above her head. The rope passed through a gilded bronze ring in the tent ceiling, the other end held by the man beneath her. With her wrists suspended, her heavy, round breasts swayed gently with the movement of her waist, creating two alluring waves of white flesh. The
red rope in the man's hand had another purpose. At first, the red rope was taut, suspending the beauty on her thighs. Her tender vulva touched the glans, rubbing against it almost imperceptibly, sending shivers down her spine. Her lower body was dripping with lustful fluids, her two plump, dewy lips moving slightly, almost indistinguishable from her cherry-like mouth that was constantly moaning. If the man hadn't been exceptionally gifted, he would probably have been sucked until he was completely overwhelmed and ejaculated.
"Young...Young Master! I...I want...give...give me..." The woman's plump waist straightened, trembling involuntarily. Her chin pressed against her neck, and she barely opened her watery, seductive eyes. Her alluring, tearful appearance was like a cat begging its master for mercy. The man
smiled and loosened the red rope by an inch and a half. The woman's waist sank, swallowing the egg-sized, purplish-red glans, squeezing out a large amount of glistening fluid that flowed down her fair thighs. "Ah, ah—" she screamed, throwing her head back and tossing her long black hair, her beauty almost making her eyes roll back. Slightly regaining her senses, seeing the man had no further intentions, she bit her red lips and slowly moved her lower body, pitifully pleading,
"Let...let Qingqing serve you, young master...Qingqing wants...I want..."
"What do you want?"
the man asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a malicious smile on his face.
To be able to make Mo Qing experience ecstasy in bed was probably the most beautiful dream in the hearts of all the young masters in the capital.
The man had spent three months, spending vast sums of money every day, finally fulfilling his dream, and naturally wouldn't let it go for nothing. Poor Mo Qing, though beautiful beyond compare, was no match for this master of seduction in bed. His enormous glans squeezed her, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure, but after a long while, the burning dragon's yang couldn't fill her vagina. The small bud outside her vulva rubbed against the hot, rough glans, her juices flowing freely, urgent and bitter. Overwhelmed by shame, she couldn't help but beg.
"The sound is too soft, young master can't hear me."
The man deliberately tightened the red rope, letting the sticky glans slowly withdraw:
"What does Qingqing want? Or what doesn't she want?"
Mo Qing shuddered as the pulled-out clitoris was pulled, feeling an unbearable emptiness in her daze. All her restraint and shyness had long been thrown to the winds with the electric-like pleasure and bliss of the fleshy opening. The wet, slippery walls of her vagina tightly gripped half of the glans, as if trying to suck the entire penis in. Her swollen, snow-white mons pubis thrust desperately, the grass on it wet with her juices, each twist splashing droplets of liquid, making it appear even more lush, soft, and glossy.
She thrust a few times herself, unable to stop the glans from withdrawing, but she was already aroused. Her cheeks flushed, her long hair swayed, and suddenly her vagina spasmed, causing her to cry out in a mournful voice. The man felt a tingling, numbing sensation shoot through his scrotum, perineum, and coccyx, rushing up his spine. He almost lost control, experiencing a pleasure even greater than a round of thrusting. He barely managed to control himself, still grumbling,
"You won't say, so it seems you don't want anything!"
Mo Qing was at the crucial moment of losing control, her soul torn apart by the torment, and she had no strength left to speak. After panting for a while, she finally caught her breath, biting her red lips and stammering, "Qingqing... ah, ah... Qingqing wants... wants... wants... wants... Young Master's... stick..."
The red cord loosened, and her snow-white buttocks fell heavily with a "plop," as the enormous penis, as thick as an infant's arm, plunged to the root, stretching her two tender red petals outwards. Her tight vaginal opening gripped the base of the huge penis like a thin, round membrane. Clear, lustful fluids swayed and splashed from their point of union, soaking the brocade quilt in a mess.
Mo Qingyu straightened her back, her beautiful eyes rolled back, and she almost fainted. Her mouth opened and moved incessantly, but she couldn't make a sound, only gasping for breath. After a moment, she regained her senses and felt her lower body full, hot and hard, as if pierced by a red-hot iron. The slightly swollen penis made her flower path tremble. Even though it had reached the core, the feeling of deep penetration never stopped.
"Young...Young Master is so good! It's...it's reached my...my heart! So...so full...so...so swollen..." Still maintaining her posture of sitting all the way down, she suddenly moaned, her teeth clenched, her snowy buttocks convulsing violently, and she actually came again.
Mo Qing was, after all, the most sought-after courtesan at Tianxiang Tower, rarely seen holding a patronage. She lost control twice in a single encounter, yet failed to satisfy the young master. How many envious girls and gossiping maids were watching? How could she face anyone if word got out? Finally managing to stop her dizziness, she was still panting heavily. Barely managing to regain her senses, she pressed her vulva tightly against the dragon root, gently grinding it. The moist, hot flesh walls slowly sucked, like a coiled intestine, like a leech's mouth, making a squelching sound in the flower chamber, constantly squeezing out fluid. Her plump, snowy waist twisted, her jade breasts swayed, and though she had no hands to support herself, her pink buttocks still bounced up and down, occasionally spitting out half of her purplish-red, moist penis, making her appear even more lewd.
"Ah...ah...Young master's rod is so thick, so...so hot...it's going to kill me! Ahh..."
Seeing her shyness and wantonness mixed with a fierce spirit, the man was about to tease her when suddenly his expression changed drastically. He arched his back and exhaled, his narrow, muscular waist and legs taut. Mo Qing was arched up an inch, his penis fully inserted into her flower chamber, making her cry out even more ecstatically:
"It's...it's in! Ah, ahhh—! Young...Young master—!"
Although Mo Qing did not earn money through prostitution, she had been sold into prostitution since childhood. It was discovered that her virginity was difficult to lock, which was not conducive to intercourse. From the age of four, the madam forced her to sit in a vat to practice her skills. For fifteen years, she never stopped, and she mastered a treasure of the brothel, the "Virginity Locking Skill".
This function keeps the vulva tightly closed and the vaginal canal winding, allowing no amount of ravaging by your massive penis, no matter how much you ravage it day or night. The vagina will never loosen, and the vulva will always appear as if it were a virgin, the jade gate tightly sealed, allowing only a finger to pass through. It is a rare and exquisite instrument, also known as the "Hundred-Turned Phoenix Intestine." She rarely entertains guests, but ordinary men, once subjected to this "Vaginal Locking Skill," will never last more than a cup of tea. After fifteen thrusts, they will know that their yang essence is
completely drained, sucked dry. Even if a man has extraordinary strength, once his penis is fully engulfed, he will feel as if he is trapped in a narrow, sticky sheath filled with mudfish, everywhere wet and sticky, soft, smooth, warm, and incredibly comfortable, yet also sucking and squeezing with such force that he cannot help but arch his back and bounce, completely unable to control himself. It felt as if an extremely thin hair was being rapidly pulled from the seminal vesicle through the horse's eye, a continuous, painful yet pleasurable sensation. The end of the hair was connected to the body's essence and blood, ready to gush out in the blink of an eye!
Mo Qing herself was also suffering. She was naturally alluring, with a tender and delicate genitals, making her unable to endure prolonged intercourse, often climaxing quickly. Fortunately, she possessed the "Lock-in-the-Vagina Technique" for protection, coupled with her intelligence, beauty, and mastery of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, making her a top-tier entertainer who sold her art but not her body. Occasionally, she would offer herself to a patron, but few could gain the upper hand under her "Hundred Turns of the Phoenix Intestines," thus avoiding the fate of dying from genital exhaustion. Who knew the man was exceptionally gifted and skilled in amorous arts? He used a golden ring-suspended sex toy, teasing her uncontrollably during foreplay. Moreover, the size of his penis stretched the delicate folds of her vaginal walls, its thrusting and licking intensifying the pleasure.
After a while, she suddenly felt an urge to urinate, her teeth aching and her whole body trembling with pleasure, on the verge of climaxing again.
The man swallowed several times, trying to regulate his breathing, but he couldn't stop himself from ejaculating, knowing it was inevitable. Seeing the beauty's cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, her delicate lips pale, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her breath weak and intermittent, unable to even moan, he couldn't bear to hurt her. He loosened the red rope, lifted her up by her knees, and the two sat face to face in an embrace.
Her bound hands hung limply at her sides, just enough to wrap around his neck. Her slender thighs were spread wide, her white, jade-like toes dangling helplessly in the air, her tender red vulva, with his large penis inserted, remained closed, her pubic hair covered in sticky, milky fluid.
The man had reached his limit and could no longer restrain himself. He lowered his head and grabbed the jade-like woman's earlobe, biting it until her whole body went numb: "Qingqing is so good, I'll let you fly to the sky." He grabbed her plump buttocks and suddenly began to thrust violently. His thick penis slammed in and out, making a squelching sound. Even the love juice that spurted out was turned into milky foam, staining her snow-white anus and buttocks with a white, cloudy stain.
"Young...Young Master, spare...spare my life...my love...my love..."
Mo Qing cried out in a shrill voice, clinging to him, her words broken and incomplete. She was being penetrated so deeply that she could barely breathe. Suddenly, she threw her head back, a cool, wet liquid flowing from between her legs. Her boneless body slumped down, her two soft, supple breasts colliding with the man's chest. She fell backward, her arms, bound with red ribbons and wisps of black hair spilling out of the bed, her snow-white chest and armpits forming an alluring curve. Her chin arched back, and she fell silent, convulsing and fainting.
The man, having won only briefly, thrust his engorged penis forward, his semen gushing forth, instantly filling her entire flower path, bubbling and overflowing from their point of union.
The half-asleep beauty awoke with a cry of "Ah!" as the hot, thick semen scalded her. The interrupted pleasure instantly overwhelmed her, her wide-parted legs twitching. Her vulva sucked in half of the penis again, and the swollen, red bud at the tip of her vulva trembled slightly, releasing a trickle of urine.
"So...so embarrassing..."
she murmured, burying her blushing face in the crook of her neck, her complaints turning into weak, feeble moans.
The man smiled slightly, reaching out to wipe the sweat from her chest and armpits, indulging in the smooth skin and alluring curves, savoring the afterglow. He lowered his head to hold her erect nipples, his still-erect penis slowly withdrawing from her flower path, causing the beauty to tremble again.
Mo Qing's breathing quickened, her full breasts heaving. After a long while, she opened her thick eyelashes, her eyes watery, and glanced at him languidly. A smile played on her lips, but her soft, gentle voice sounded like a sob: "Young Master is so naughty, you...you've killed Qingqing."
The two lingered on the brocade couch, and before they knew it, noon had passed.
After lunch, the maids and servants in the courtyard finished cleaning up and retreated to their rooms for a moment of leisure. The large courtyard echoed with the chirping of cicadas. Looking out from the boudoir on the third floor, all one could see was the deep shade of paulownia trees, a green tinged with blackish-brown. The man rose and dressed neatly, a brocade waistband around his waist, tied with a rhinoceros horn and jade belt. He then called the maid who served Mo Qing to style his hair and put on a jeweled golden crown, making him look like a dashing young warrior, either a young general of the Divine Martial Camp or the descendant of a meritorious official of the court.
Mo Qing, however, put on a fine silk morning robe, her jade feet bare, and began to comb her hair in front of the bronze mirror.

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