The Lewd Knight

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The morning sunlight, seemingly unintentionally filtering through the sandpaper window, streamed into the room, draping the floor in a pristine white veil. The light slanted gently around the chair, creating a uniquely pleasing scene. The rooster crowed, birds sang, and flowers bloomed; all things revive, composing a peaceful and beautiful melody.
This morning symphony awakened the earth, and even more so, the sweet dreams of the woman resting beside the pale yellow bed curtains. Her long eyelashes fluttered open slightly, and she noticed her delicate neck still nestled in his strong arms, their bodies pressed together, her full legs still tightly wrapped around him. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. Feeling herself nestled in the man's powerful embrace, she let out a soft, dreamlike moan, her slender fingers gently caressing his chest. Slowly, softly, as if afraid to wake him.
A refreshing fragrance wafted through the room, the sweet scent of sandalwood, specially sent by my father from Peach Blossom Island to help me relax, soothe my anxiety, and aid my brother Jing in his strategic planning and decisive victories. Astute readers will surely guess this is Huang Rong's bedroom.
My brother Jing, with his thick, dark eyebrows, strong cheekbones, high nose, and full lips, though not conventionally handsome, exuded a powerful masculine aura—the true essence of a man. Involuntarily, she pursed her red lips and kissed her beloved man, pressing her thick legs firmly against his thighs, gently wriggling her body. At
this moment, my brother Jing seemed to sense something and turned to the side. This slight movement startled her, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. If the stern-faced brother Jing knew of her behavior, he would surely laugh at her—our great leader Huang Rong, making such a lewd move in the morning! Although she was already a mother of three, she couldn't help but blush with shame.
A faint sandalwood scent mingled with a distinctly masculine aroma slowly stirred her imagination. The storm of passion before falling asleep last night had left a pleasant, damp sensation between her legs. Pleasure always intoxicates, and joy always evokes nostalgia. In this moment, Huang Rong slowly immersed herself in the memories of last night's pleasure.
It was late. After dinner, Guo Jing went out on patrol as usual, while Huang Rong cared for the two children until they fell asleep. Inside, Huang Rong's hair was still slightly damp, draped like silk behind her back, suggesting she had just showered. Her beautiful face appeared even more alluring after the shower, and her full figure was barely concealed by her loose nightgown. Those familiar with such matters know that tighter clothing accentuates a figure, while looser clothing does the opposite. Yet, even so, her outline was still discernible, revealing Huang Rong's exceptionally full and proud assets.
Da Wu and Xiao Wu, under the pretense of studying, had been secretly peeking through a hole in the door for some time. Huang Rong, intelligent and possessing profound inner strength, knew perfectly well what was going on. Considering their youth and the loss of their parents, she suspected their longing for their mother was unspoken, yet she didn't dwell on it. Sometimes, she would even deliberately bend slightly, making her ample, snow-white breasts stand out more, sometimes even gently pressing her still-damp underwear against her increasingly mature and alluring body. Hearing the heavy breathing outside the door, Huang Rong felt a surge of pride; she hadn't expected to still be so alluring and captivating at her age.
Footsteps approached, deep and powerful—it must be her beloved Jing returning. Then, the sounds of Da Wu and Xiao Wu practicing their martial arts began. Huang Rong chuckled inwardly; these two brats, putting on an act again. She stretched, stood up, and straightened her clothes, keeping her exposed skin within acceptable limits. Opening the door, she said to Da Wu and Xiao Wu, "That's enough for today."
At this moment, the owners of the footsteps chimed in, "Such diligent practice is truly commendable, but perseverance is the key." Da Wu and Xiao Wu responded in unison, then both withdrew. Huang Rong thought to herself, "What a load of rubbish! Spying on your wife is hard enough, but making them persist is exhausting. How can they possibly survive?"
But she couldn't say it outright, so she changed the subject, softly asking, "Are you tired? Come in and rest. I'll pour you some tea." Hearing this, Guo Jing grabbed Huang Rong, who was about to leave, and hugged her tightly, his joy barely concealed. He excitedly said, "It's a success! The local grain official, Lü Zhengyi, finally delivered the grain. All thanks to your brilliant strategy!"
Without grain, Guo Jing couldn't possibly eat a meal in peace. His nerves were constantly on edge. Huang Rong repeatedly urged him to rest a little, saying that any news would be reported promptly. These past few days, Guo Jing had always slept fully clothed on the carpet outside the door, but he couldn't fall asleep, either staring wide-eyed or resting with his eyes closed, probably thinking about the same things.
Seeing Guo Jing's joy at the success of his plan, she immediately grasped his hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and said, "Good, good! See, it's better to be just in time than to be early."
"Thanks to your plan, otherwise things would have been disastrous," Guo Jing said with deep emotion.
"With Brother Jing by your side, you are worth a thousand armies. I only used a small trick. Brother Jing, do we need to say more or be so formal?" Upon hearing this, Guo Jing suddenly became excited and hugged his beloved wife tightly.
“These past few days, I’ve felt like a zombie, but thankfully you’ve been there, nestled in my arms, comforting me with your gentle voice. You haven’t been clingy or complained about your troubles. I’ve been so sorry these past few days, Rong’er.”
Seeing Guo Jing like this, Huang Rong smiled mischievously. “Actually, I’m not just a little woman. I can be coquettish too, and I feel lonely without you, but for you, Brother Jing, I’m willing. I’m so worried.” “Don’t be afraid, I will stay with Rong’er for life,” Guo Jing replied with doting affection.
Faced with Guo Jing’s rare tenderness, Huang Rong’s heart overflowed for no reason, her eyes glistening with tears. “Brother Jing, take Rong’er tonight, Rong’er has missed you.” A sweet happiness shone on Huang Rong’s face as she pressed her full body against Guo Jing’s still-smelling body.
Although he was exhausted from the journey and had finally rested, today’s mission was accomplished, and faced with such a beautiful woman, even steel could only be softened.
Guo Jing laughed heartily, "Good, good! Rong'er, look, I just thought of the Nineteenth Subduing Dragon Palm for you."
At this moment, Guo Jing shook his robes, channeled his inner energy, and lunged forward, taking a step forward. With a flick of his left palm, he proclaimed, "Nineteenth Subduing Dragon Palm, 'Dragon Removal from Armor'!" He shoved away the beautiful body on his back, unleashing the full power of the Nineteenth Subduing Dragon Palm. Huang Rong's body was as light as sand; her toes lightly touched the ground, and she floated backward. Faced with the sudden force, her inner strength caused her undergarments to bulge. Due to the opposing forces, the undergarments couldn't withstand the pressure and tore in all directions, revealing her full, white body in an instant, like a fairy in flight, captivatingly beautiful. Her large, full breasts, still firm and full after having three children, trembled uncontrollably under the pull of the two forces, incredibly alluring.
Although Guo Jing had seen her countless times, he still couldn't comprehend her . Silent and breathless, her heart pounding, she gazed at him for a moment, feeling that the moment had reached perfection. She saw Rong'er smiling at her, her right hand suddenly pulling, her inner strength withdrawing, and Huang Rong, one hand protecting her breast, the other lightly pressing her private parts, her plump legs stretched straight, like a naked lamb, darting back into Guo Jing's arms. Guo Jing immediately gave her a deep kiss, kissing her alluring lips deeply, and after a long while said, "Rong'er, you are so beautiful." Seeing Huang Rong's delicate beauty, everyone's desire was aroused, and Guo Jing was no exception. His hands tightly grasped her smooth breasts, and with his calloused hands, he gently caressed her rosy nipples. This made Huang Rong's already rosy and delicate appearance even more tender and alluring. In an instant, spring filled the small space, moistening the already surging depths of her heart.
"Fuyi's mother, your breasts have gotten even bigger, I can't even hold them all in one hand," Guo Jing said truthfully, and deeply kissed those breathtakingly firm and elastic breasts. Huang Rong involuntarily let out a moan like falling into a sea of smoke, a mixture of satisfaction and coquettish resentment. At this moment, Huang Rong's gushing wetness caused her intense emptiness, and in her desperation, she used all her strength to hug Guo Jing's head tightly, wanting to press her breasts deep into Guo Jing's mouth, her body thrusting towards Guo Jing, even just a little bit. "I want... I want it so much..." Her body was as hot as dry tinder, and touching Guo Jing's slightly cold sword at his waist was like a drop of water falling into a raging fire, making the desire in her heart burn even more fiercely.
Huang Rong knew Guo Jing's greatness, but for some reason, she was even more foolish than him in this matter. Her soaking wet, lewd crotch pressed against the sword's protrusion, emitting low hisses, perhaps a long-awaited rain had stirred her heart. Meanwhile, Guo Jing was still engrossed in playing with Huang Rong's full breasts, making her even more restless. Her breasts were swollen and full from Guo Jing's sucking, and every time his teeth gently ground, Huang Rong would murmur softly, her whole body almost giving way. At this moment, her usual wisdom and courage had transformed into that of a lustful sow.
If someone placed a hard object in front of her, she would unhesitatingly insert it into her long-empty depths. Perhaps it was this very act of Guo Jing that made the beautiful Huang Rong lower herself and willingly marry him. The usually charismatic Huang Rong was now drenched in sweat, the liquid mingling with the scent of her inner thighs as she frantically tried to undo Guo Jing's clothes.
Guo Jing, as if an experienced man, suddenly let go, allowing the limp Huang Rong to slip heavily from his grasp. Her plump, white buttocks slammed onto the floor with a soft thud, releasing a sweet, fleshy fragrance. Her long hair cascaded in alluring waves over her smooth shoulders. Huang Rong let out a soft moan, ignoring the pain, and rose from the ground, half-kneeling as she frantically unbuckled Guo Jing's belt. After a flurry of activity, his already erect and bulging member eagerly sprang free from its restraints.
Having not showered or changed clothes for days, the filth, sweat, and the man's salty scent mingled together, creating a pungent odor. But Huang Rong was already lost in a whirlwind of desire, her eyes gleaming, unable to extricate herself. She gazed longingly at the hard, erect member, her mind solely focused on how to quickly insert it into her body.
Lost in thought for a moment, her red lips involuntarily parted. Who was Guo Jing? He was a martial arts master, capable of pacifying the land. In that instant, too many things could happen. He lightly placed his left hand on Huang Rong's loose hair, slightly lowered his knees into a horse stance, and with a gentle thrust forward, his hard member accurately entered Huang Rong's cherry-like mouth, plunging straight into her throat. Strangely enough, as Guo Jing forcefully entered Huang Rong's mouth, her pearly teeth easily parted, allowing it to penetrate unimpeded.
After a long while, Huang Rong seemed to come to her senses, forcefully pushing Guo Jing away with both hands, coughing violently. Huang Rong looked up at Guo Jing, glaring at him fiercely. "Are you crazy? So forceful! Are you trying to kill me?" Huang Rong was slightly angry, her face flushed, appearing exceptionally alluring in the dim candlelight. She stood up and sat down in a chair beside the coffee table, one hand lightly covering her large, fleshy breasts. Her sweat-drenched breasts naturally revealed a deep cleavage. How could her delicate hand conceal her full, perky breasts? The pressure from her fingers accentuated their fleshy texture, the rounded outlines of the two mounds of flesh subtly emerging with each breath.
Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Guo Jing, casually picked up a teacup from the coffee table, and took a small sip, easing the lingering salty taste in her throat. She made no attempt to put her clothes back on, clearly intending to conceal her inner unease.
Firstly, she resented Guo Jing for exploiting her sudden, absent-minded state (a condition stemming from Aheng's difficult childbirth when she was exhausted, known only to a few involved).
Secondly, she wanted to break the ambiguous atmosphere and conceal the uncontrollable spring fever within her. She didn't want her Guo Jing to see her yearning for love and reveal her eager and lustful side.
Thirdly, as a clever woman, she understood the psychology of feigned reluctance. Her half-hearted resistance was ultimately a matter of saving face, though her true intentions were still somewhat willing.
To the honest and simple-minded Guo Jing, however, he couldn't discern her true feelings. He hated himself for using Rong'er; when she suddenly gave him permission to kiss and fondle her breasts, he would momentarily lose his composure, as if his soul had left his body, and miss the chance to embrace the beauty before him again.
Was this feigned reluctance or feigned resistance? He truly couldn't determine the nature of this clever young woman before him. But before him, this beauty, half-angry yet now even more alluring, with her slightly embarrassed almond-shaped eyes and her full, moist red lips devoid of any smile, deeply aroused Guo Jing's erection. The cunning, strategic, and powerful woman who commanded respect from heroes seemed to have returned; his own inner thoughts seemed transparent.
The spring night was still, the flowers outside were in full bloom, and the warm moonlight shone on the treetops. Outside the latticed window, the scenery was breathtaking, but inside the room, there wasn't a sound. In that instant, a strange and beautiful scene unfolded.
Huang Rong noticed out of the corner of her eye that the dull and honest Guo Jing was completely at a loss. A surge of pride rose within her, but suddenly her pretty face turned ashen, like pear blossoms in spring rain, and she began to sob softly. Truly a beauty, whether smiling or weeping, there was always a unique beauty in her eyes, a beauty that evoked pity. In a prosperous era, she would surely be a figure like Empress Lü; in a chaotic world, she would be a Jinlian or Daji.
Silent tears, moving the heart. Guo Jing, unable to control himself, knelt before Huang Rong's tightly closed legs, his face tense, and said, "Rong'er, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your kindness to do such a despicable thing. I'm pathetic..." Guo Jing was truly panicked, trying to explain his heart and ask Huang Rong not to take it to heart.
Huang Rong's little tail twitched with pride, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears. In that instant, it was as if a thousand trees had suddenly blossomed, and her smile, as warm as spring breezes, once again permeated every corner of the room, utterly captivating.
"Brother Jing, a man's heart is made of gold beneath his lacquer, get up quickly." Huang Rong's acting talent was genuine, her tears flowing freely and stopping just as easily.
Guo Jing lowered his head and said remorsefully, "Rong'er, please forgive me, then I'll get up." His eyes were full of shame, but his hands wrapped around Huang Rong's full, firm legs, gently stroking them, whether spontaneously comforting or secretly teasing, it was unclear.
Huang Rong couldn't tell either, but her already incredibly lubricated vulva was half-dry and half-wet, her tightly clenched legs causing her considerable discomfort. A wave of helpless longing rose in her heart—was this emotion?
"Alright, I forgive you. Get up now. Let your little slave girl serve Master Guo." Huang Rong gently placed Guo Jing's hand on her already numb, large breasts, and gently removed the remaining clothing from Guo Jing's upper body that hindered their pleasure.
Guo Jing was already painfully hard, and Huang Rong's unintentional touches on his penis during the undressing caused his thick member to throb heavily. His inner desire surged like a turbulent sea.
But Guo Jing believed that a man needed to arouse a woman's greatest sexual desire; this unspeakable yearning constantly stimulated his inner love. Guo Jing knew that Rong'er wasn't at her most aroused yet; he would launch his final assault when Rong'er's heart was at its softest.
As Guo Jing pondered this, his hands caressed her soft yet firm breasts, each the size of a papaya. "Rong'er, I want to try that move," Huang Rong said, her hands gently pressing against her husband's breasts as he played with them, letting them sway like dough, moaning softly with satisfaction.
Slightly regaining her senses, she murmured, "Which...move?" Her already half-melted body longed to be enveloped in Guo Jing's large hands, wanting him to humiliate her forcefully; her dazed eyes had melted into unyielding snow.
"I want to see Rong'er's soft skills," Guo Jing blurted out his thoughts.
"Are you always thinking about such filthy things?"
"Don't you know whether my heart is pure or not? Fine, just once," Guo Jing pressed on, continuing. "You promised me you'd serve your master." "You naughty thing, all you ever think about are these naughty things." Huang Rong seductively smoothed the stray hairs that fell beside her ear, glancing at him with a captivating allure, making Guo Jing unconsciously swallow hard.
Seeing this, Huang Rong's heart fluttered, utterly satisfied with her husband's expression. "Alright," she murmured softly.
She then swayed gently, a hint of spring in her eyes, revealing her pearly white teeth. Her legs slightly bent, her neck arching back with her spine, her large breasts reluctantly leaving Guo Jing's hands, revealing an astonishing size. The flickering candlelight illuminated her full breasts, only making the dark mounds between her broad pelvis even more prominent. The damp pubic hair shimmered like pearls, a natural beauty, an art form in itself.
Guo Jing was already lost in the scene. Gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful body, his eyes fell on the most alluring part of the jade-like mound beneath the forest. The alluring vulva was tightly joined together by two plump, purplish-red scallops, like an undeveloped maiden, unlike ordinary women whose vulva is turned outwards like black fungus.
Every time Guo Jing saw this breathtaking sight, he recalled his father-in-law, Lao Xie, remarking after a few drinks during their birthday celebration.
"Rong'er inherited my wife Aheng's beauty and figure perfectly, even her private parts are identical," Guo Jing had jokingly asked, still somewhat naive
. "You silly boy," his father-in-law, Lao Xie, his eyes drooping and reeking of alcohol, muttered to himself, "
Aheng's vulva is described in ancient books as a 'jade clam containing moisture,' a spring cave one in ten thousand, the taste of which can only be known through actual experience." As he reminisced, Lao Xie revealed a wicked smile known to all men. "You silly boy," he continued, "when you see a beautiful woman, you're bound to act like a mad bull, forcing yourself on her. You might get your pleasure, but you won't see even a fraction of her beauty. Let me show you a thing or two. Just do this and that, and you'll be fine." His father-in-law murmured, his words startling; his son-in-law flattered him repeatedly, agreeing wholeheartedly.
Guo Jing only snapped out of his daze when Huang Rong's lithe body arched backward, revealing herself between her legs, her hands gripping her feet tightly, forming a circle, and she softly called out, "Brother Jing." Guo Jing extended his middle and index fingers, gently pressing on her firm, elastic vulva, prying out the hard clitoris. He slowly and forcefully pinched it, and thin streams of fluid, glistening in the candlelight, could no longer be suppressed and flowed out, wetting his hand.
But Guo Jing knew from his father-in-law, the Old Evil One, that this famous orifice was always full of spring fluid, and at its most frenzied, it would suckle like a mouth. Now was not the perfect time to lick her vulva. He smelled the unique fragrance emanating from Huang Rong's private parts, refreshing and invigorating. Guo Jing, with his superb skill, lifted her plump buttocks with one hand, wrapped his other hand around her jade-like body, and with a snap, grabbed her already swaying, willow-like breasts, lifting the already overflowing vulva and taking it into his mouth, sucking wildly and stirring it with his tongue.
Caught off guard by this sudden attack, Huang Rong's delicate brows furrowed, and she let out a moan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, "Ah..."
Her body involuntarily writhed, her plump vulva twisting wildly between Guo Jing's mouth and nose, her body trembling uncontrollably.
At this moment, Guo Jing pressed two fingers forcefully into her honeyed spot, digging deep, and with a "pop," a gush of clear fluid gushed out, covering Guo Jing's face with her juices, making him quite disheveled.
After a long while, Huang Rong slowly relaxed her stiff body.
Guo Jing looked at her slightly opening and closing vulva, and then lovingly kissed it.
Huang Rong, still holding her legs tightly with both hands, in this strange and lewd posture, extended her peach-pink tongue to lightly lick his still hard member, filled with boundless love.
This posture, which was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, was truly inconceivable; just hearing about it made one's penis hard and ready to burst.
But at this moment, Guo Jing used the incredible internal force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to gently levitate Huang Rong from a distance. Huang Rong arched her body, her beautiful hair cascading down her back, her eyes filled with love, her breasts prominently displayed in full view. With the vibrations of his internal energy, her alluring breasts swayed, and the soft flesh of her slightly plump body trembled gently, a sight to behold.
Guo Jing, gazing at his beautiful wife, suddenly felt a surge of inspiration and slowly unleashed a palm strike from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, specifically the move "Seeing Huang Rong in the Field," striking Huang Rong's breasts. The force scattered, her hair danced wildly, and Huang Rong's breasts were pressed tightly against her body by the force. Then, as the force dissipated, they swayed violently again. If anyone else were present, they would have already been frantically masturbating and ejaculating.
But Guo Jing, having mastered the essence of his father-in-law's teachings, remained unmoved. With a focused mind, he unleashed the power of the "Hidden Harmony, Do Not Use" technique from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, pulling downwards. Huang Rong's voluptuous body spun in a circle, and he struck again, accurately hitting her vulva, causing a trickle of pearly fluid to gush out. Huang Rong let out a soft "Ah..." as her flesh trembled involuntarily. Her body slowly and freely spun again. One palm strike after another, Huang Rong's body remained coiled, her breasts undulating with the force of the blows, moans of "Mmm... Mmm..." continuous. Scattered on the floor and table were drops of sticky fluid, filling the room with a sensual aroma.
According to his father-in-law, the best way to eat wild game is to first drive and beat it, allowing its energy to circulate throughout its body before consumption. If it were me, I would use the Finger Flicking Divine Skill to gently massage all thirty-six acupoints, allowing it to experience various pleasures before taking action. You can use the Dragon Subduing Palm, but since palm power is less concentrated than finger power, you should only try it after unleashing eighty-one strikes.
After eighty-one strikes, the power gradually recedes, and Huang Rong's jade-like body is already flushed red, panting heavily. But she still tightly grips her feet with both hands, not because Huang Rong doesn't want to let go, but because she is so comfortable from Guo Jing's blows to her vital points that she has forgotten everything else.
Guo Jing withdraws his power, controlling Huang Rong's body to slowly fall, letting her full breasts press heavily against his firm chest, and then smoothly turn and fall. Only the person involved knows the feeling.
At this moment, he speaks slowly but acts quickly. He holds the spear with one hand and wraps his other arm around Huang Rong's slender waist, letting her fall naturally. Whether it is Guo Jing's invincible skill or his accurate calculation, her already incredibly wet vulva precisely presses against the muzzle of the spear, and with a "pop," it ends.
Huang Rong was already hoarse and exhausted, drenched in sweat, only able to utter a soft "Ah..." Her delicate body trembled again, her heart filled with pleasure. Her empty body was now brimming with life, and the pleasure surged through her like a tidal wave.
Her hands weakly loosened their grip on her legs; if Guo Jing hadn't held her tightly, her full, beautiful body would have already slipped down. The blush on her body spread down from her neck again, her breathing became rapid again, her heart heaving with the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, and she slowly came to her senses. "Brother Jing, you're truly amazing. I, the leader of this gang, have been teased like this!" Although she was slightly annoyed, the hard penis still filled the emptiness in Huang Rong's body, and the tingling, chaotic feeling intensified her pleasure.
As she pondered, she noticed Guo Jing smiling at her. Her face flushed even more, and she quickly covered her breasts with her hands, her small hands transforming into a hammer, gently pounding Guo Jing's chest. "You naughty fellow, always trying to humiliate me, making me like this...like this!" Guo Jing, full of pride, laughed heartily. "Like what?"
Huang Rong was even more embarrassed now, but her most shameful part was still tightly gripping Guo Jing's hard man like a wanton woman, overflowing with vaginal fluids, ceaselessly gushing forth. How could she explain that just moments ago she had felt as if she had experienced a passionate night, her soul soaring to heaven, her breath coming in gasps and cries? How could she utter such words?
"Lewd..." Huang Rong responded shyly in a low voice.
"What?" Guo Jing pretended not to hear, asking knowingly.
Faced with Guo Jing's persistent questioning and piercing gaze, Huang Rong thought to herself, "I'm already clinging to Jing-ge's penis like a wanton woman, so what's wrong with being a wanton woman in front of Jing-ge? What's wrong with that
?" With this thought in mind, Huang Rong immediately displayed boundless wantonness, her alluring eyes glancing at Guo Jing, openly sending him seductive glances. "To answer your question, Master, you've made me so wanton, so shameless, so wanton!" The more she spoke, the louder Huang Rong became, completely disregarding her dignity, as if shouting out her innermost feelings as a woman.
At the same time, Huang Rong's two slender, jade-like legs, like an octopus, tightly coiled around Guo Jing, her hands naturally wrapping around his neck, her lower body twisting forcefully, trying to push the hard object into that unbearably tingling depth. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, the sticky fluid increasing with each twist, but no matter how she writhed, the tingling sensation seemed impossible to relieve.
Without a second thought, her heart was lost in thought. Her breasts, which had been pounded by Guo Jing's earlier energy, now suddenly stilled, the two large mounds of flesh on her chest seemed to swell and ache unbearably, as if they wanted to be squeezed and pinched.
"Good brother, good husband, good master, hurry, hurry, take Rong'er, Rong'er is so hot, Rong'er is so itchy, Rong'er really wants it..." Huang Rong was now in a state of confusion and lust, unable to control her own writhing. She couldn't
help but loosen her hands, one hand gripping her large breasts tightly, the other pressing her fingertips hard against her already soaked crotch.
Guo Jing knew that this was the most dangerous moment, and he couldn't help but let out a wolfish roar. One hand held Huang Rong's waist and back, the other hand slipped under her thighs and pressed his five fingers against her plump buttocks. With a forceful snap of his four firm waist muscles, a loud crack was heard. Huang Rong's body rose to the ground with a "pop" sound, like a wine bottle being opened. Huang Rong felt as if she were floating on clouds, but emptiness returned to her heart, and she let out a dissatisfied "Eek..." Her smooth and plump buttocks released a sticky fluid like lotus root silk.
No sooner said than done. Guo Jing pressed down hard on the fleshy mound with his large hand, and the slightly parted, wet jade-like vulva swallowed the vigorous and powerful penis, all the way to the tip. Her body reacted as if electrocuted, her toes suddenly pointing straight out. The long-awaited, wonderful pleasure quickly spread throughout her body, and waves of lustful fluid involuntarily flowed from inside the vulva. So comfortable, the intense pleasure made Huang Rong's hand tightly penetrate between her soft, large breasts, unaware of the pain, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. This intense pleasure also nourished and satisfied her long-parched, lustful cavity.
At this moment, Guo Jing no longer showed any tenderness towards Huang Rong. His waist moved rhythmically, his superhuman strength making him incredibly powerful. With each thrust, Huang Rong's plump buttocks would gently sway, detaching from his hard, thick rod. Then, his large hand, which had been on Huang Rong's back, would forcefully press her back down, forcing her fleshy buttocks and vulva to slam into his erect member, leaving no gap. The sounds of slapping and thrusting were incessant, and Huang Rong's moans rose with each impact.
It was truly a cacophony of moans, cries, and groans, each sound reaching the ears; the movement of her waist, breasts, and vulva, each movement penetrating the heart.
After several blissful climaxes, Huang Rong's jade legs, which had been wrapped around Guo Jing, were now limp and swayed weakly with each thrust. Her vulva had long been numb with pleasure, her juices flowing freely, her heart overflowing with ecstasy. She could no longer express herself verbally, only able to utter those soul-stirring moans with each thrust and withdrawal.
Her beautiful, graceful body was covered in beads of fragrant sweat. Her eyes were filled with alluring charm, her brows furrowed as if in pain. Her hands seemed unable to resist pushing Guo Jing away, yet also yearned for his gentle caresses. Her body arched back involuntarily, her soft, black hair clinging damply to her face, her small red lips uttering soft cries of "No...no..."
Faced with Guo Jing's superhuman stamina, few in the world could resist. Huang Rong's moans were like oil added to a fire, igniting the flames. Guo Jing withdrew his large hand and forcefully squeezed Huang Rong's ample breasts, thrusting with all his might, wave after wave, the force following the previous one. Each impact was deeply moving, dazzling the senses; only Huang Rong herself could truly understand this feeling.
From the initial emptiness, to the itchiness, to satisfaction, and now to a tingling, pleasurable sensation, finally reaching a state of ecstasy. Truly, what more could a wife ask for than such a husband?
"I'm going to die... ah... ah... ah..." With each word Huang Rong uttered, she endured three or four thrusts from the penis, her words becoming increasingly indistinct, yet this only fueled his lust.
Guo Jing was now at the crucial moment, and each of Huang Rong's moans intensified his desire. Looking at his wife's alluring lips, he felt even more aroused, longing to generate two hard rods to strike her mouth.
Under this stimulation, Guo Jing couldn't help but grip the woman's slender waist tightly, thrusting rapidly and forcefully, causing Huang Rong's hair to fly wildly and her juices to spray everywhere.
"Rong'er, I love... I love fucking you..." His pent-up semen, accumulated over many days, was ready to be released.
Huang Rong knew her husband was nearing climax, and weakly crossed her legs to receive his final thrust. The flesh inside her vulva gripped tightly, pulsating and twisting, subtly undulating at her lower abdomen—this was exactly what the old eccentric had described as a fat clam sucking semen. At the most crucial moment, rapid friction brings men the greatest pleasure.
"Thump thump thump thump thump!" Guo Jing's already uncontrollable hardness was gripped by Huang Rong's grip. A violent throbbing throughout his body caused him to ejaculate his thick, hot semen. He gasped for breath; even Guo Jing's body, after such intense activity, felt overwhelmed.
Huang Rong's vagina, subjected to such continuous impacts, overflowed with hot semen, and her body seemed to experience another orgasm, involuntarily contracting rhythmically with Guo Jing's ejaculation. Her hands tightly embraced Guo Jing, her red lips pouting, anticipating a loving kiss from her husband.
The east wing was filled with the warmth of spring, but in the west wing, the two brothers, far away, found it difficult to sleep. Whether it was Madam Guo's satisfied moans or the powerful slapping sounds of Guo Jing's thrusts, both kept these two vigorous young men tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Neither dared to disrespect their revered master, whom they considered a goddess. He thought of Guo Fu, but his mouth kept calling out the name, or perhaps he was thinking of Fu Rong and the other two, while his hands kept moving back and forth.
As the saying goes: "The sun rises in the east while it rains in the west; it seems heartless, yet it is full of affection."

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