Using divine power to control beauties

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I deliberately ran towards the deepest, highest forests, with Iris's shouts and curses echoing behind me. I paid no attention to what she was saying, focusing only on escaping for my life. Unwittingly, I stumbled into a dense forest, running headlong into its depths!

I don't know how long I ran, but Iris's voices behind me had faded into the distance. The complex terrain of the forest must have helped me, and Iris must have lost track of me. I calmed myself down and slowed my pace. Suddenly, I saw a small pond before me, with a patch of grass in the center and a small thatched hut on it!

I was greatly surprised. Then, a soft "Eh!" came from inside the hut. To my astonishment, someone lived there. Then, the door of the hut slowly opened, and an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face stepped out!

I looked up at the old man. He had a three-foot-long beard, not a single gray hair, and a face as smooth as jade, without a single wrinkle. He was clearly quite old, yet still radiant and elegant. I was immediately filled with admiration and bowed to him, saying, "I am deeply honored to have disturbed you, senior!"

The old man glanced at me and snorted, "You certainly have a handsome appearance... Heavens! You have been kind to me, Solomon! Sending such a young man to my side when I am nearing the end of my life! Good! Very good!" I was completely bewildered when the old man suddenly burst into laughter, and could only stand there dumbfounded.

The old man laughed for a long time before finally stopping, "Young man, you are the one Heaven sent to let Solomon die in peace! Do you know who I am?"

I had never heard of anyone named Solomon in the martial arts world, so I shook my head to indicate that I did not know.

The old man nodded. "That's right. Judging from your age, when I was a renowned figure in the martial world, your father probably hadn't even been born yet. How would you know my name? Let me tell you, my name is Solomon!" I lowered my head and remained silent, respectfully listening to his instruction.

"Child," Solomon suddenly said in a gentler tone, "would you be willing to become my disciple?"

I was overjoyed. The old man's martial arts skills were astonishing. I quickly knelt down and respectfully kowtowed four times.

Solomon smiled and said, "Good child, good child! Come here!" I stood up and walked to him.

Solomon continued, "Our sect's martial arts are unparalleled, and our four divine skills are invincible. Each of us brothers and sisters has mastered one move from each of these four skills: the eldest brother has Tombstone, the second sister has Chokeslam, the fourth sister has Pedigree, and I, the third brother, have received the unique skill Batista Bomb."

I was itching to learn, so I knelt down and begged, "Master, please teach me Batista Bomb! I will surely make it famous!"

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Solomon's eyes. "You are a divine gift sent to me on my deathbed! I will make you a legend in the martial arts world!"

I quickly knelt down and said, "I will obey Master's command!"

Solomon said, "Just learning one move of Batista..." "Though the bomb is incredibly powerful, I fear you might misuse it. Come, I will pass on all my martial arts skills to you." With that, he assumed a stance and began explaining each move, how to punch quickly, how to execute consecutive attacks, how to minimize damage… He explained everything clearly, demonstrating various fixed stances and diving techniques one-on-one…

I studied for over a week when suddenly I saw my master stagger. I rushed to support him, but he shook his head and said, "I am old and nearing my end. My disciple, you must strive diligently and study hard. A man should be self-reliant…" Before he finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground with a thud and died…

I burst into tears. At that moment, I had no idea how much my life would change after meeting Solomon, but I knew clearly that many things I had never dared to think about or do before, I could now achieve with my own hands!

I dug a large pit in the ground, placed my master's body inside, covered it with a thick layer of soil, cut down a small tree, whittled it into a wooden board, and inscribed on it: "Tomb of the extraordinary Solomon: Respectfully erected by his disciple Derek," as my master's tombstone. With

everything prepared, I turned around and walked out of the forest. After a few steps, I saw a middle-aged woman wandering anxiously in the woods, her face filled with panic. Needless to say, this woman was Iris.

Upon seeing me, Iris's face contorted with murderous intent. She cursed, "You lewd and shameless little thief! I, Iris, have finally found you! Die!" Suddenly, she attacked, a swift clothesline slashing straight at my face.

If it were before, given the close distance between Iris and me, this clothesline—fast, ruthless, and accurate—would surely have killed me! But to me, her exquisite clothesline was nothing more than a child's play. I caught her slashing arm, pulled her back, switched to DDT, and slammed her to the ground.

Iris quickly flipped over and leaped up, her face pale with fright. In her eyes, I was just a lowly lecherous thief; she never imagined I possessed such astonishing martial arts skills. Seeing Iris's utterly astonished expression, a surge of conquering pleasure welled up within me! Before, my life was in her hands, but now, before my eyes, Iris was like a naked lamb to the slaughter, and I was the master of her fate!

Iris calmed down slightly and saw me standing right in front of her, my eyes fixed on her, a look that was both familiar and strange to her.

"No! Don't look at me like that!" Iris suddenly went a little crazy, launching a big kick at my chest. Though skillful, it couldn't hurt me in the slightest. "Is this Iris?" I chuckled softly, catching her slender leg and pushing her away. With lightning speed, I pulled her into my arms, my handsome face close to Iris's still-voluptuous features. I gently kissed her cheek, then pressed a deep kiss onto her cherry lips.

My hands began to roam freely over Iris's body. Even through the thick clothing, my touch, fueled by arousal, roamed freely, sometimes kneading Iris's high breasts, sometimes exploring her mysterious crotch.

Under my influence, Iris's face was flushed, her large, beautiful eyes seemed to overflow with tears, and she breathed heavily, her expression one of overwhelming passion!

Seeing Iris's burning passion, I knew the time was right, so I didn't hesitate any longer. I reached for the buttons on her blouse and slowly unbuttoned them one by one. Iris gasped softly, feigning resistance, her gentle shyness like that of a newlywed, utterly submissive. This ignited my desire. I passionately sucked on Iris's tongue while my hands continued their work.

Soon, Iris's clothes fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, supple skin.

The passionate kiss continued for a while, and I began to lose control. My lips reluctantly left those intoxicating cherry lips. My left arm encircled Iris's waist, and my right hand reached to undo my belt. Just then, a sharp "slap" rang out, and I received a heavy slap across the face.

The slap left me dazed and confused, and it took me a while to recover. I looked up and saw Iris angrily picking up the clothes I had just taken off from the ground, barely covering her naked upper body.

It turned out that after I stopped kissing her, her confused mind suddenly cleared! In her haste and embarrassment, she slapped me with extra force.

Seeing the situation was dire, I thought to myself, "Don't let this tender, cooked meat slip away like this, or it will be a disaster." So I struck without mercy, using my newly learned technique, the Batista Bomb, to force her head down between my legs. Then I flipped her over and slammed her to the ground. The force of the blow far exceeded my expectations. Before I could even react, I saw Iris lying unconscious on the ground. I quickly bent down to check her breathing. It was weak, but thankfully, she wasn't dead. Although I was in a hurry earlier, I had held back a bit because of her beauty. Now, having just learned this technique and not even used my full strength, she was already so powerful. I'm sure I can use this to dominate the martial arts world in the future. Thinking of this, I laughed heartily.

Because I dislike women who are like dead fish, I patiently sat aside, waiting for Iris to wake up. This wait was truly agonizing; a beautiful woman was right in front of me, at my mercy, yet I had to wait for her to wake up. I waited for over two hours before I saw a slight movement in her eyes, and her breathing gradually became clearer. Nearly half an hour later, the beautiful woman Iris finally slowly awoke.

I couldn't wait any longer and stripped myself naked. Iris

's face was flushed with desire; though she didn't speak, her expression revealed her inner longing. I picked up Iris and began to undress her. Iris kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to watch my actions. Seeing her eager anticipation, and feeling my penis becoming unbearable, I stopped teasing, aimed my penis at Iris's wet vulva, and thrust my hips forward, penetrating her jade gate and reaching all the way in!

Iris let out a soft moan, trembling with pain. She clearly hadn't expected my haste. Having been deprived of intimacy for years, how could she possibly withstand the force of my enormous penis? This thrust was excruciating; cold sweat poured down her face, her teeth clenched, and large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead.

By now, I was quite experienced with women making love to me for the first time, and I knew a great deal about the various signs of female intimacy. I whispered in Iris's ear, "My beauty, just bear with it for a moment, I'll let you experience the ultimate pleasure!"

Iris, already aroused, completely forgot the pain of her long-awaited encounter with such a large penis. She twisted her waist and arched her back, displaying her delicate beauty.

My left hand alternately caressed Iris's breasts, while my right hand gently pressed and moved on her tender clitoris. At this moment, most of my penis was still outside Iris's vagina, wanting to give her a chance to breathe.

Seeing that I stopped moving, Iris grew anxious. She slightly opened her eyes and saw her pink labia tightly gripping the man's large penis. Her erect clitoris was being played with by the man's fingers in turn, and her snow-white breasts bounced in his hands, her rosy nipples slowly swelling.

Seeing this, Iris became even more excited, her whole body trembling, her vagina contracting repeatedly. She dared not ask me to move, but could only try to make my penis penetrate deeper into her wet vagina by shaking her lower body. Seeing Iris's seductive state, I could not suppress my lust. Overwhelmed by lust, I thrust my penis forcefully, pounding into the depths of her vagina again and again.

Iris closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and tried her best not to make a sound. Only the slight stinging sensation in her lower body, followed by wave after wave of endless pleasure, brought her a joy she had never experienced before!

The relentless thrusting assaulted Iris's long-dormant sensitive areas, bringing her a pleasure that no woman could resist, let alone Iris, a fully mature yet long-deprived middle-aged woman who had only dreamt of such intense pleasure before. Now, Iris was experiencing it firsthand.

Iris couldn't take it anymore; a powerful, wicked force surged within her, relentlessly assaulting her fragile nerves. The simple thrusting of a man was no longer enough to satisfy her craving for sex.

Suddenly, Iris sprang to her feet, her full, shapely thighs clamping tightly around my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, her entire body hanging naked against me, and then she began to thrust and sway wildly.

Her plump, fair buttocks swayed and ground against each other with the violent movements of her body, sometimes grinding and rubbing, sometimes thrusting and twitching. What intoxicated me even more were her two full, plump, yet soft, large breasts, which jiggled up and down before my eyes with her movements, assaulting my senses even more thoroughly.

I opened my mouth and took one of Iris's jiggling breasts into my mouth, sucking hard.

Iris's movements became increasingly wild, and I had to hold her body tightly, ensuring that her tender opening remained firmly gripping my penis, preventing it from slipping out suddenly. At this moment, Iris was in control, galloping wildly across my body like a runaway horse.

Iris's frenzied passion astonished me; only now did I realize that this outwardly stern and dignified woman, with her fierce and unyielding personality, could be so wanton and unrestrained.

At that moment, I felt a warm current flowing from the head of my penis. My heart skipped a beat, knowing that Iris was at the height of her pleasure. The layers of warm, moist flesh inside her vagina were constantly squeezing and grinding against my penis, the feeling of comfort and pleasure was indescribable.

At this moment, the fluids from Iris's vagina were like a flood bursting its banks, flowing continuously out, down my thighs, and onto the ground. Iris, clinging to me, had already climaxed twice, only able to moan softly and weakly, her long hair scattered messily in the air, her jade head swaying up and down incessantly, her posture extremely alluring.

I thought I should give Iris one last, soul-stirring blow, making her devoted to me from then on, able to have whatever she wanted. So I thrust my penis forward, burying it deep into her core each time, all the way to her cervix! Iris was so comfortable that she almost fainted, her core relaxed, and her vaginal fluids gushed out a third time.

After hundreds of intense thrusts, I reached my limit. My ejaculation was uncontrollable; the suction of Iris's vagina was remarkable. My semen, several times stronger than usual, shot into her core in waves, "plop, plop, plop." Stimulated by

my powerful, scalding semen, Iris felt an even stronger climax than before. She clung tightly to me, instinctively offering her lips in a passionate kiss. My body pressed against Iris's naked form, and we both savored the afterglow of our climax.

For a long time, the afterglow lingered within us. I slightly raised myself, my penis slowly withdrawing from Iris's vagina, bringing with it a thick stream of semen that dripped from her opening.

I whispered in Iris's ear, "My beauty, did that make you feel good?"

Iris blushed and nodded involuntarily. The afterglow of her climax made her delicate face appear exceptionally beautiful, adding a captivating charm. From then on, Iris could no longer escape the pursuit of pleasure, the handsome young man before her, the mesmerizing penis between his legs, and the intoxicating, bone-melting taste it brought...

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