Snow worm

After several days of recuperation, Ren Yingying's injuries were fully healed, and her internal strength had recovered to 80-90%. Thinking of Chong Ge still being imprisoned, she felt really uneasy and could no longer stay. She got up early in the morning and bid farewell to Lin Yinzheng and Sun Ye.

Seeing Yingying about to leave, Lin Yinzheng felt a sudden emptiness in his heart. Knowing he couldn't keep her, he still said, "Sister, your injuries haven't fully healed yet, why not stay a few more days..." Yingying smiled and said, "I appreciate your kindness, brother, but I've already troubled you for several days, and I have important matters to attend to, so it's inconvenient for me to stay any longer." She bowed to the two of them and continued, "I haven't seen you for several days, senior, and I don't know your name. I'm uneasy about it, and I hope you can tell me..." Lin Yinzheng interrupted, "My grandfather's surname is naturally Lin, and his name is Buyi." Lin Buyi snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, you brat!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Yingying exclaimed, "Ah! Could it be that you are the Master Lin, nicknamed 'The One Who Refuses to Help Those in Dire Straits'? I've often heard my late father mention you. I never imagined that both my father and I would be saved by you, senior. It truly is fate!" Lin Buyi sneered, "Little girl, don't try to get close to me. In my entire life, I've saved no more than five people. The martial world is vast; how could I possibly have happened to save your father? As for you, my grandson picked you up; you're not worth my time." Seeing his disbelief, Ren Yingying continued, "How could I dare deceive you, senior? When my father first entered the martial world, he accidentally obtained a martial arts manual. Unexpectedly, it attracted villains who came to steal it. They ambushed him when he was at a crucial point in his cultivation. My father fought his way out, but he was also hit by two poisoned arrows, causing his internal energy to become disordered, leading to a qi deviation and the poison attacking his heart. If it weren't for your passing by, senior, my father would have died, and I wouldn't exist. Later, my father sent people to search for your whereabouts, senior, but unexpectedly, you were living in seclusion here. No wonder we couldn't find you anywhere.

" Lin Buyi let out an "Oh," seemingly recalling some past events, and said, "So you're Ren Woxing's daughter, little girl. What? That boy is dead?"

Yingying's eyes reddened upon hearing this, and she took a deep breath, saying, "My father practiced the Star Absorbing Technique too rapidly, suffering greatly from the backlash of his internal energy, and thus unfortunately passed away."

Lin Buyi sighed and said, "I advised him not to practice such evil arts, lest he die a violent death in the future. Unfortunately, that boy was determined to dominate the martial arts world. Having just obtained a rare book, how could he easily give it up? He was greedy for merit and acted rashly, resulting in the backlash of his internal energy. His lust for power was even more evil than his martial arts." Hearing him speak ill of her deceased father like this, Yingying felt displeased, but she also felt that what he said made perfect sense, leaving her unable to refute it. Suddenly, she thought that all the heroes of the Central Plains were suffering from severe poison. Now that there was a good doctor here, why not ask him to treat them? She said, "Senior is absolutely right. My father's lifelong pursuit was to unify the martial world. Now that he has passed away, and Dongfang Bubai has inexplicably come back to life, the martial world is about to be plunged into another catastrophe. The heroes of the Central Plains held a grand gathering, but the Demonic Sect poisoned their food and wine with the rare poison 'Immortal's Powder.' Only you, Senior, can save them now. Please come out of seclusion and save the martial world."

Lin Buyi smiled and said, "What is the mere poison of 'Immortal's Powder'? However, to cure this poison, we need Tian Shan Snow Lotus and thousand-year-old He Shou Wu as medicinal guides. Finding even one of these two rare herbs is extremely difficult. Do you have these herbs?"

Upon hearing this, Yingying felt a pang of sadness. She wondered if Huang Rong and Master Yideng had obtained He Shou Wu and Tian Shan Snow Lotus. Was there really no way to cure them?

Seeing her sorrowful expression, Lin Buyi said, "Considering that you have some connection with me, I'll show you a way. This 'Immortal Powder' was made by Fang Lin. I heard he's in Yangzhou. Go find him and force him to hand over the antidote. That way, you'll avoid some trouble."

Ren Yingying thought to herself that Xiaolongnu had already gone to Yangzhou to find Fang Lin, and wondered if she had found him yet. She still nodded and said,

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Lin Buyi waved his sleeve and said, "Yinzheng, see the guest out." After saying that, he went straight back to the house.

Seeing Lin Buyi leave, Lin Yinzheng made a face at Ren Yingying, and Yingying burst out laughing. Lin Yinzheng was stunned by her girlish demeanor and quickly composed himself, gesturing with his right hand, "Sister, come with me."

The two walked for a while, getting further and further away from "Banana Tree Cottage," and both felt relaxed and at ease. They chatted and laughed along the way, with a beautiful woman by his side and a fragrant breeze blowing. Lin Yinzheng truly wished that this road would never end. After walking for about three or four miles, Lin Yinzheng led Yingying around a mountain bend, and suddenly the view opened up before them. A small stream flowed through the lush grass, barely a few steps wide, winding its way down the slope of the bend. Along the way, several mountain streams gradually converged, the water growing stronger and flowing ceaselessly, their tinkling sounds filling the air. The two reached the stream, and Yingying squatted down, scooping up a handful of water to wash her face. The cool water washed away her fatigue. Lin Yinzheng pointed ahead and said, "Go through this..." "There's a small stream, and a crossroads a little further ahead. Turn right and you'll reach the valley entrance." Yingying stood up excitedly and said, "Then let's hurry on our way." Lin Yinzheng agreed. Yingying, impatient to go downstream, grabbed Lin Yinzheng's sleeve, leaped across the stream in a single bound, and the two continued on their way. After walking for a while, Yingying suddenly felt a chill in the air. A mountain breeze blew by, and Yingying couldn't help but shiver, instinctively tightening her clothes.

Lin Yinzheng said, "Sister, are you cold? It gets colder in this valley than outside." As he spoke, he took off his outer robe and was about to drape it over her shoulders.

Yingying waved her hand and said, "Sister, it's alright."

Lin Yinzheng insisted, "Sister, you've just recovered from your serious injury, you mustn't catch a cold again. You should put on your clothes quickly. You can return them to me after we leave the valley.

" Seeing his concern, Yingying couldn't bear to refuse his kindness, so she took the robe and put it on, saying, "Thank you, Brother Wen." The two continued on their way, and Yingying felt that the further they went, the colder it became. After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the mountain wind blowing was already icy cold. Both of them vaguely felt something was wrong, and they used their inner strength to resist the cold wind as they walked.

Suddenly, Lin Yinzheng pointed forward and said, "Sister, look at the grass ahead." Yingying looked ahead and saw that the grass was overgrown with weeds, but all of them were lying flat on the ground, and a thick layer of frost had formed on them. Yingying was extremely surprised. It was only early autumn, and although the climate in the valley was different from outside, it was impossible for frost to form at this time. The two quickly stepped forward, and Lin Yinzheng squatted down to examine it carefully. He saw that the frost in the fallen weeds was winding and twisting, seemingly without end. Lin Yinzheng thought to himself, "Could this be..."

Seeing that he was deep in thought, Yingying asked, "Brother, have you discovered anything?" Lin Yinzheng replied, "If I'm not mistaken, this strange phenomenon is caused by a poisonous creature called 'snow worm.' This creature is pure white, exudes a chilling aura, and is extremely poisonous. However, I still have one question: I've only heard that snow worms are found on Kunlun Mountain. How could they appear here?" "Yingying said, "Perhaps someone brought it from Kunlun Mountain?" Lin Yinzheng nodded, stood up, and said solemnly, "This snow worm is a highly sought-after medicine. Whether it appeared by chance or was brought by someone, I want to try my luck. Walk forward for another half an incense stick, then turn right to exit the valley. Sister, please go ahead first; I cannot accompany you." Yingying looked up at the sky; the sun was not yet at its zenith. She then said, "Is this thing truly so important? I will accompany you. We can leave the valley later."

Lin Yinzheng shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Absolutely not! Snow worms are extremely poisonous. A bite from one will surely kill you, and even touching it will poison you. Sister, you have important matters to attend to." "Could you risk your life for your brother's sake?" Yingying was touched by his concern and said, "We are sworn siblings. How can I let you go alone to find it? If someone else brought this insect, would they give it to you? Since that person was able to find it in Kunlun Mountain, they must be very capable. Wouldn't it be extremely dangerous for you to go rashly? I'll go with you, so we can keep each other company."

In fact, Lin Yinzheng didn't want to part with her either. Seeing how thoughtful she was, he didn't refuse and immediately said, "Thank you so much, sister. Let's hurry up and catch up." The two used their lightness skills and followed the frost line. The frost line was winding and twisting. The two turned left and right and were already far away from the direction of the valley entrance.

After running for half an hour, the surroundings grew colder and colder. Turning a corner across a mountain stream, the chill suddenly lessened. Lin Yin was thinking to himself, "What if we've gone the wrong way?" But then he heard voices coming from not far ahead. The two looked at each other and quickened their pace. When they arrived at the source of the voices, they saw a fat monk sitting on a round rock. Beside him was an earthenware pot that was emitting wisps of white steam. A fire was burning in front of him. In his left hand, he held a pheasant, and in his right hand, he held a gourd, which was probably filled with wine. He was enjoying his meal. Seeing this, Yingying frowned, thinking to herself,

"What a wine-and-meat monk!"

The monk looked up and saw the two men, put down his wine and meat, stood up, blocked the earthenware pot at his feet, and put his hands together, saying, "Esteemed benefactors, this humble monk is right. May I ask what brings you here?" Lin Yinzheng bowed and replied, "We two found the valley serene and secluded, and on a whim, we wandered here. We apologize for disturbing you, Master, and will leave now." Seeing how much the monk cared about an ordinary earthenware pot, Lin Yinzheng knew that the snow worm must be inside. He was not a domineering person, and since the treasure already had an owner, Lin Yinzheng naturally could not take what belonged to someone else.

The monk chuckled and said, "Young benefactor, did you feel cold along the way?" Lin Yinzheng's heart skipped a beat. "The mountain wind is biting, and my clothes are thin. I do feel a bit cold and should go back to put on more clothes. Please make yourself at home, Master." After saying that, he turned to leave with Yingying. "Wait a moment, benefactors." Lin Yinzheng turned back and said, "I wonder if Master has anything else to teach me?"

The big monk walked over slowly with a smile on his face. Ren Yingying suddenly felt a chill and shouted,

"Brother, be careful!" Before she finished speaking, the big monk had already struck out with a palm. Lin Yinzheng was not experienced in the martial arts world. Fortunately, Yingying reminded him, and with his extraordinary internal strength, he reacted quickly and dodged the blow.

The big monk exclaimed, "Young benefactor, you are indeed a martial arts expert." Without stopping, he struck out with three consecutive palms, the three internal forces converging into one, kicking up the gravel on the ground and shooting it towards Lin Yinzheng.

Lin Yinzheng, unwilling to entangle with him, pushed forward with both palms, colliding with his internal force, and using the force to gracefully retreat.

Yingying, seeing Lin Yinzheng's light movements and extraordinary martial arts, secretly cheered. She said, "This is the Demon-Subduing Palm of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts. So you are from Shaolin Temple. Fang Sheng Fang Zheng is your master or senior uncle."

The monk, seeing that Ren Yingying had seen through his secrets within three moves and hearing her mention the name Fang Sheng Fang Zheng, was secretly alarmed. He couldn't help but look at her carefully, and after seeing Yingying's face clearly, he exclaimed, "You are the Holy Maiden Ren of the Demonic Sect!"

A few years ago, Ren Yingying had voluntarily been imprisoned in Shaolin Temple to save Linghu Chong. Seeing that he recognized her, she didn't mind, saying, "Since you recognize me, why did you still ambush my comrade?" "Companion?" The monk said, "How dare this humble monk be disrespectful to the Holy Maiden? I just didn't recognize her earlier, please forgive me." He then took a step closer and continued, "I wonder if the Holy Maiden still remembers this humble monk?" Upon hearing this, Yingying glanced at him and shook her head, saying, "I don't recognize her." After hearing this, the monk took two steps back and murmured, "The Holy Maiden really doesn't remember this humble monk..." Several years ago, Ren Yingying stayed at Shaolin Temple for a few days. There were more than three thousand monks in the temple. How could she remember them all? Besides, at that time, her whole mind was focused on Linghu Chong. How could she have noticed anyone else? Impatiently, she said,

"You monk are so long-winded. If you don't remember, you don't remember."

The monk's face suddenly turned ferocious. He crossed his hands and lunged at Ren Yingying. Ren Yingying was startled. Seeing his greasy hands, she felt disgusted. She twisted her body and dodged to the side, angrily rebuking him, "Great monk, how rude! Don't you want to die?"

The monk did not answer and continued to pounce. Seeing that he was like a mad tiger, Yingying could not find an opening and could only retreat. Just as she was about to be forced to the fire, which was burning fiercely, Yingying knew that something was wrong. Suddenly, the great monk grabbed Yingying and tore her outer robe, revealing the gauze dress underneath.

"Ah..." Yingying screamed in surprise. The monk's large, iron-like hands gripped her shoulders tightly, and he chuckled maliciously. Suddenly, his massive body shot into the air, soaring over Yingying's head. It turned out that Lin Yin had kicked him in the buttocks. With a "rip," Yingying's clothes were torn open at the shoulder, revealing her two snow-white arms. Then, with a bang, the monk knocked over the fire. His robes, stained with flames, began to burn, and he rolled on the ground, howling in pain.

Yingying, her arms crossed and her face as cold as ice, still felt resentful seeing the monk lying on the ground. She lashed out with a kick, striking him squarely in the chin. The monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the earthenware pot. The earthenware pot, stained with blood, suddenly began to shake violently. The monk, terrified, ignored his own pain and pressed his hands tightly against the pot. With a snap, the pot shattered under his grip. He cried out, "My precious!" Suddenly, his body began to tremble violently, and he collapsed to the ground. In an instant, his body stiffened, and he died.

This sudden turn of events caused Yingying to gasp in shock, instinctively taking a few steps back, thinking,

"What a potent poison!" Suddenly, a white light shot out from beneath the monk's corpse, rushing towards Yingying. Unable to dodge in time, Lin Yinzheng stepped forward to protect her, striking out with his palm. The white light abruptly entered Lin Yinzheng's palm, causing him to sway and slowly sit down.

Yingying was startled and quickly helped Lin Yinzheng up, only to find his body had turned icy cold. She anxiously asked, "Brother, are you alright?"

Lin Yinzheng's teeth chattered from the cold, but he couldn't answer. Yingying grasped his hand and examined it, but found nothing unusual. She thought to herself that the white light had been incredibly fast and must have escaped. Seeing a faint frost forming on Lin Yinzheng's brow, she didn't have time to think further. She dragged him to the fire, pressed her hand on his Dazhui acupoint, and channeled her inner energy into his body to help him resist the cold poison. After

the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Lin Yinzheng showed no improvement. Yingying was extremely anxious. This poisonous insect was so potent, taking a person's life in an instant. She knew nothing about antidotes, and her inner energy was ultimately limited. Was it truly beyond saving?

Actually, Yingying had misunderstood something. Although called an worm, the snow worm is actually a strange snake. Because of its short body, it's often mistaken for an insect. Furthermore, if this snake dies, it melts instantly, making it extremely difficult to catch. This snake is highly venomous, but it uses up all its venom with each attack, thus achieving a fatal blow. It also takes time for the venom to regenerate. Just now, the snow worm, stimulated by the blood, bit the monk, exhausting its venom. Otherwise, even with Lin Yinzheng's profound skill, he would have perished. However, the snow worm's skin was also contaminated with the potent poison. When Lin Yinzheng killed it with a single blow, the poison seeped into his palm, traveling along the meridians of his arm straight to his heart. Fortunately, Lin Yinzheng had been immersed in medicinal herbs since childhood, possessing extremely strong resistance to venom, which allowed him to temporarily withstand the cold poison.

Yingying continuously channeled her inner energy, beads of sweat gradually forming on her forehead. Lin Yinzheng spoke, "Sister... Sister, I... I'm so cold..." Seeing him speak, Yingying was overjoyed, saying, "Brother, you'll be alright." Lin Yinzheng felt the chilling poison, expelled by Yingying's internal energy, flow through his limbs and bones, freezing him stiff, and he could no longer speak.

Seeing his silence, Yingying felt uneasy. She reached her right hand to her chest, feeling a faint heartbeat, but her entire body was icy cold. Thinking of the monk's death, a wave of fear washed over her. Seeing that Lin Yinzheng's clothes had solidified due to the cold, Yingying had an idea. She loosened her belt, took off his clothes, and hung them by the fire. Yingying felt a pang of shyness; she had never even personally undressed Linghu Chong. She laid Lin Yinzheng flat, her fingertips tracing his broad chest, finding it icy cold. "Should I take off my pants too?" Yingying asked, seeing his eyes closed and his trembling appearance. She suppressed her shyness and took off his pants, leaving him only in his underwear.

Lin Yin was concentrating his inner energy, slowly refining the scattered, wandering cold poison with his internal force. Yingying's warm hands rubbed his body, stroking his arms, chest, and thighs, hoping to warm him up. However, the area her hands could touch was limited; as soon as one area warmed up, another became icy cold. Seeing this, Yingying grew anxious, a thought flashing through her mind, and two blushes instantly rose to her cheeks. She thought to herself, "No, I've already wronged Brother Chong so many times, how can I..." Then she thought again, "Ren Ying..." "Ying, Ren Yingying, he once saved your life. How can you be so ungrateful? Besides, he's my sworn brother. I can't just watch him like this..." Yingying's mind was made up. Her hands left Lin Yinzheng's body, and she tremblingly reached for her sash, but hesitated to untie it. She looked at Lin Yinzheng, thinking that every moment she delayed would increase his danger. She sighed, bit her lip, and with a forceful pull, her thin gauze dress slipped down. She then pulled down her bodice, revealing a pair of large, snow-white breasts. Her flawless body was instantly exposed to the sunlight. Yingying's cheeks flushed. She lay down on her side, stretched out her arms, and hugged Lin Yinzheng. The moment their bodies touched, Yingying cried out, "Ah!" The cool sensation penetrated her smooth skin, making her tremble involuntarily. Yingying's ample breasts pressed tightly against his broad chest, undulating incessantly. Her breasts were squeezed and deformed, her nipples hardening from the chill.

Lin Yinzheng was gradually absorbing and dissolving the cold poison with his internal energy. Suddenly, he felt a warm, smooth sensation. His body was icy cold; like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he instinctively clung to that warmth, rubbing it incessantly to draw more warmth.

Yingying noticed his change, knowing he was still conscious. Overjoyed, she pressed her plump, snow-white thighs against him, holding him tightly and rubbing his cold back. Suddenly, something hard pressed against her lower abdomen. Yingying felt dizzy, her heart pounding wildly. She knew what it was.

Lin Yinzheng held Yingying tightly, his hands stroking her smooth, white back. His hands gradually slid down, suddenly slipping inside her underpants and caressing her round, smooth buttocks.

"Mmm, no!" Yingying was overwhelmed with shame. Lin Yinzheng's large hands kept squeezing and kneading her plump, white buttocks, a tingling sensation spreading from her buttocks throughout her body. His penis also rubbed against her lower abdomen and vulva through her pants, making her heart tremble, and a warm flow flowed from her lower body.

Lin Yinzheng's fingers traced across her buttocks and suddenly probed into her vulva. Her sensitive spot was invaded, and Yingying couldn't help but furrow her brows. She hurriedly tried to grab his hand, but in her panic, she accidentally grabbed Lin Yinzheng's large penis.

"So big..." The penis was hard and thick, and Yingying was overwhelmed with shame. Just as she was about to let go, "plop," Lin Yinzheng's middle finger inserted into her vagina at that moment. Yingying cried out, and her hand involuntarily gripped Lin Yinzheng's penis tightly. A gush of fluid spurted out, wetting her panties. Yingying suddenly felt incredibly hot all over and began to struggle.

Lin Yinzheng's fingers thrust in and out incessantly, making a soft "sizzling" sound. Yingying's delicate body trembled violently from the penetration, her love juices flowing out continuously. Her small hands even stroked his penis in rhythm with his thrusts, instantly intensifying her pleasure and sending shivers down her spine.

"Ah... um..." Yingying gasped, drenched in sweat, her desire rising ever higher. She felt something about to flow out of her body. Lin Yinzheng's fingers thrust faster and faster, the "plop" "plop" sounds filling the air. "It's coming, ooh..." Yingying groaned, her breathing becoming rapid. Her body arched backward, her breasts heaving, tightly embracing Lin Yinzheng. Her body convulsed, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, waves of ecstasy washing over her as she reached her climax.

Lin Yinzheng channeled his inner energy, circulating it thirty-six times. Had most of the poison he had been ingested been broken down? A small portion was absorbed and merged with his own internal energy, harmonizing water and fire, thus elevating his cultivation to a new level. His consciousness gradually cleared, and his body temperature slowly returned to normal. Suddenly, he felt a warm, smooth object pressed against him, and a small hand tightly gripped his lower body. He abruptly opened his eyes and saw a pair of large, snow-white breasts swaying in front of him. Instantly, his blood rushed to his head, and he opened his mouth to suckle one of the nipples.

Ah? …As if struck by lightning, Yingying, having just climaxed, felt her body become unusually sensitive, her desire flaring up again. She couldn't help but thrust her breasts upwards, her hands tightly gripping Lin Yinzheng's head. Lin Yinzheng's breathing quickened as he alternately sucked on Yingying's nipples. Yingying sensed his change, overwhelmed with shame. She released his penis, suppressing the trembling in her body, and stammered, "Brother…don't…do this…let go…sister." She tried to push him away, but her body felt weak, unable to muster any strength. Lin Yinzheng released the lively nipples from her mouth, withdrew his fingers from her vagina, and placed them in front of Yingying, whispering, "Sister, you're so wet down there…brother feels so uncomfortable…" Seeing that Lin Yinzheng's hands were covered in her own fluids, Yingying blushed instantly and quickly turned her head away, not daring to look closely. Lin Yinzheng held her small hand, guiding it slowly downwards, reaching into his underwear and grasping his large penis.

The hard, hot touch sent a shiver through Yingying, her desire rising. Her hands began to caress him, and Lin Yinzheng let out soft moans of pleasure.

Lin Yinzheng quickly pulled down his underwear, revealing his thick, dark penis. Yingying, seeing it, felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, and a gush of fluid erupted. She was overcome with lust. Suddenly, Lin Yinzheng rolled over, pinning Yingying down. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled down her wet panties, then spread her thighs apart, exposing her entire vulva. A thick patch of dark pubic hair covered her mons pubis, extending to her labia, which opened and closed repeatedly, glistening with moisture.

Lin Yinzheng's blood boiled; he could no longer resist. Leaning forward, he pressed his penis against her labia and forced the head inside.

"Ah...no...pull it out quickly..." The glans was hard and hot, making her plump, snow-white body tremble slightly, and a gush of fluid spurted out.

"Oh..." Lin Yinzheng felt his penis enter a warm and slippery place, Yingying's vagina tightly gripping his glans, making him feel as if his lower body was about to melt, and he couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. Yingying panted and pushed against Lin Yinzheng's chest, stopping him from violating him any further. Lin Yinzheng couldn't go any further, and suddenly his heart was moved. He inserted his fingers, which were covered in vaginal fluid, into Yingying's small mouth, teasing her fragrant tongue. Yingying's small mouth held Lin Yinzheng's fingers, and the sour taste of vaginal fluid made her dizzy. Her hands suddenly lost their strength. "Sister, I really can't hold back anymore." With that, Lin Yinzheng thrust forward with force, and his big penis was inserted into her vagina to the root.

"Ah...no..." Yingying's eyebrows furrowed as she felt a hard, thick penis thrust into her body. The hot glans scraped against her sensitive vaginal walls, making her tremble with excitement, and her juices flowed freely.

Lin Yinzheng moved his hips, slowly thrusting in and out, his hands tightly gripping and kneading Yingying's firm breasts. A large amount of her juices soaked their genitals, making their crotch area a mess.

"Mmm...oh..." Yingying let out a plaintive moan, her snow-white, plump thighs wrapped around his waist, her plump, white buttocks twisting rhythmically with Lin Yinzheng's thrusts. Lin Yinzheng's penis smoothly cultivated her vagina, making a "sizzling" sound from time to time.

"Oh...sister, I feel so good, do you feel good?" Lin Yinzheng placed Ren Yingying's plump, snow-white thighs on his shoulders, continuing to thrust forcefully.

"Mmm...mmm..." Yingying's fair body writhed, responding to Lin Yinzheng's thrusts, her luscious lips emitting seductive moans.

"Slap slap slap!" Lin Yinzheng's thrusts grew faster and faster, their joined bodies creating a trail of sticky fluid. "Oh...sister...I can't take it anymore...I'm about to cum." "Ah...ah...don't...cum inside!" Yingying's body trembled, her full breasts heaving rapidly, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.

Ah!! Lin Yinzheng could no longer hold back, pulling his penis from Yingying's wet vagina as he ejaculated, straightening up, his scalding semen gushing out, running down her smooth abdomen to her beautiful neck.

Oh...Yingying cried out in ecstasy from the heat, the sticky, pungent semen coating her body, causing her vagina to contract, her body to spasm, and she gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid, reaching orgasm.

Both lay exhausted on the ground, panting heavily. As noon approached, the warm sun gradually dispelled the chill of the snow worms…

[The End]

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