Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Man's Confession (A Betrayer's Confession) - Chapter 111: A Wild Night 12

Liang Yuzhen's actions shocked me greatly. I forgot how to react, forgot how to feel, and could only stare blankly at her.
She squeezed the shredded meat tightly, letting all the juice drip down my chest; the icy juice made me shiver.
She bit her lip lightly, staring at me, pressing the strips of flesh against my chest and slowly rubbing them. A tingling, numb sensation spread through me; I wanted to laugh, yet also wanted to breathe heavily in comfort. The strips of flesh traveled all over my body, and my nerves seemed to move with them.
In the end, she even went so far as to mischievously slide the strip of meat across my faucet. Sparks danced on the faucet, and the strip of meat gave me a strange kind of heat. She watched my every expression, every reaction, gleaning information, and then fed me back the intensity of the stimulation.
I could do nothing but let her do as she pleased and silently endure it. I didn't want to do anything either, because at that moment I felt like I was getting a full-body massage, so comfortable I couldn't help myself.
She was like a mastermind, able to grasp my every move. Her understanding made me overjoyed, and my body quickly began to heat up. I let out a soft growl and straightened my back, but just as I was about to vomit, she stopped.
I was confused and looked at her with a pained expression, like a child whose snack had been taken away. She smiled triumphantly, gave me a look that said "don't worry," slowly bent down, stuck out her tongue, and traced it down my chest and abdomen, occasionally biting lightly, causing me a slight pain.
The moisture on my penis was sucked dry by her lips and tongue, then swam down to my lower body. She extended her tongue, teasingly colliding it with the erect head of my penis, like two dragons playing with a pearl. Although it didn't give me much physical stimulation, it made my spirit tremble uncontrollably.
After she had played enough, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the sandalwood incense, along with the fleshy bits on it. The room was well-watered, containing the nectar of both of us—warm and comfortable.
She sucked very hard, unlike other women who were gentle; the friction of her flesh against her was a little painful.
I'm not sure if I have masochistic tendencies, but the pleasure that comes with this slight pain is truly intoxicating. It's a strange kind of pleasure, and I'm breathing heavily to relieve the tension in my nerves.
This intense stimulation can easily make one lose their senses. As I was enjoying myself, she twisted her waist, turned around, and straddled me.
Looking at her plump buttocks so close to mine, and that mysterious entrance, I knew what she meant even without her saying it. It wasn't the first time; her open behavior excited me.
I hugged her and kissed her, sucking hard, as if trying to transfer the wildly surging fire within me back to her. She was startled by my forceful attack, her whole body tensed, she whimpered, and responded with even greater force.
The mysterious gate opened and closed, like a saintly maiden sprinkling jade dew to relieve suffering. I, like a saint lost in the desert, thirsting for food, sipped it greedily, using it to extinguish the raging fire within me.
She twisted her slender waist, seeking greater friction, and the moment I stopped, she bit me lightly, like a thirsty woman in a drought, as if punishing me. I was like a whipped slave, the pain forcing me to work harder.
She would occasionally rub my penis with her teeth, which felt pleasurable, painful, and electrifying, making my whole body stiff. In return, I would attack the most sensitive parts of her body.
We comforted each other and competed, and soon neither of us was satisfied with the status quo. She straightened up, discarded the shredded meat, and helped the swift dragon break through the dark barrier.
After a period of diligent cultivation, Youguan has become lush with water and grass, and its sheep and cattle are plump and strong, a scene of prosperity that makes people unable to help but like it.
She was like a female knight-errant, riding a horse and shooting arrows, controlling the horse's speed as it leaped forward.
I hadn't noticed until now that she had a cheetah tattooed on her lower back and buttocks, depicting a running cheetah. As she moved, the cheetah seemed to come alive, running across the grassland, which captivated me.
She writhed and twisted on top of it, controlling the deep pool with effortless ease, absorbing and releasing its contents. I felt as if I had truly become the horse beneath her, following her commands and accompanying her on her spiritual journey.
The rider tightened her grip on the horse's flanks, the force traveling directly from the saddle to her brain, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Seemingly thinking the horse wasn't running fast enough, she suddenly reached out and slapped the horse's rump hard with a sharp crack.
The horse groaned in pain, its entire body stiffening. A jolt of electric pain shot through its rump, colliding with the current from the saddle in its abdomen, causing an explosion. The horse trembled involuntarily, its brain severely stimulated, and it bolted into a frenzy.
"Take a picture of me!" she commanded from above, like a queen giving a chariot order to make the horses run faster.
The horse obeyed the command and patted her swaying hips.
The Queen seemed unsatisfied and slapped the glass harder, commanding, "Harder!"
The horse mustered all its strength, seemingly with a hint of revenge, and landed hard on the plump buttocks, instantly leaving five finger marks and a large red patch.
She seemed oblivious to the pain, screaming with excitement as she took even more control, occasionally reaching out to pinch the tender flesh on my thighs.
I almost jumped up from the pain, but waves of pleasure washed over me. I retaliated by slapping her thick buttocks and kneading her slender waist hard.
She tilted her head back, as if riding a horse galloping across the grasslands, her beautiful hair dancing in the wind. The dual stimulation made us feel as one with the horse, a surge of heat flowing through our bodies, slowly rising to the top of our heads.
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