Chapter 24: AV Star Factory (8)
Song Weiyang's face was simply too beautiful. When he talked dirty and did depraved things, he was nothing but mesmerizing.
Ji Ning had just been fingered to a squirting orgasm. Watching him gaze at his fingers with a look of infatuation as he licked off the glistening remains of her juices, her heart gave a sharp thump. Her pussy began to heat up again, aching with an emptiness that craved to be filled.
Finger massage was certainly pleasurable, but without the thrusting of a cock, something still felt missing.
She bit her lower lip lightly and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Song Weiyang's underwear, pulling them down.
The thick, long length that had been imprisoned inside was released, twitching with excitement.
Ji Ning got a clear look at the cock and was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected that beneath Song Weiyang's innocent appearance, he'd be packing such a ferocious monster.
The shaft was thick, but because it was so hard and lined with veins, it looked lean and sinewy, colored a deep crimson all over. The rim of the glans curved slightly upwards. Just looking at that glans made it impossible not to imagine the kind of tingling, numbing sensation it would cause scraping against her inner walls.
Ji Ning stared, dazed, and unconsciously swallowed.
Song Weiyang took her hand and guided it to his cock, asking in a low voice, "Do you like it?"
The cock wasn't just hard as wood; it was shockingly hot. The glans was slick with precum, carrying a sweet, musky scent that stirred Ji Ning's pussy into restless excitement.
"I like it..." The voice, uncontrollable, was a wantonness even Ji Ning herself had never heard before.
Song Weiyang looked down at that soft, fair little hand stroking his big cock. Wherever the silky-smooth touch traveled, it sent waves of pleasure rippling through him.
He took a deep breath, grabbed Ji Ning by the thighs and lifted them, spreading them apart. He lowered his hips and swayed his waist, grinding his cock against her entrance, coating it in her love juices. Then, mixing with the slick wetness, he slowly pushed inside with a wet, squelching sound.
"Ugh—"
"Mm~~~~"
The exquisite feeling of cock and inner walls intimately meeting drew simultaneous sighs from them both.
The slightly upturned edge of his glans scraped against the sensitive soft flesh, dispelling that empty itch and replacing it with a shiver-inducing, numbing pleasure that made her body tremble. Ji Ning, mouth agape, panted and moaned heavily, unconsciously lifting her hips, craving to be penetrated deeper.
Her soft, elastic, and enchanting flesh was naturally gifted at pleasuring a cock. As he thrust in and out, pushing deeper, it rippled and clenched around his glans and shaft in waves, squeezing and massaging.
Song Weiyang hadn't expected it to be this tight and exquisite inside. The pleasure made his waist ache, and he nearly lost control right then and there.
He steadied his breathing to calm himself, then tightened his glutes and began a rhythm of thrusting shallow and deep. Every time he pounded into that soft flesh, it felt like ascending to heaven.
The abundance of love juices made their thrusts produce lewd, squelching sounds, which only excited them both more.
Ji Ning gripped Song Weiyang's solid back with both hands. Being filled by that hard, scorching cock gave her such immense satisfaction.
And he even circled and swayed his hips, grinding his cock inside her, massaging deep. Ji Ning was so comfortable she was incoherent, her moans rising higher and higher: "Ah~~~~ so good~ you're amazing~~~ faster, I want it faster~"
Song Weiyang had long been holding back. Hearing Ji Ning beg him, he lowered his head and captured her lips, then with agile, flexible hips began to speed up his thrusts. The impacts slicked with her juices created crisp, wet slapping sounds that grew faster and faster, easily captured by the recording equipment.
The tormenting itch that had plagued Ji Ning just moments ago was now replaced by a pleasure that threatened to shatter her body. It seemed she could no longer bear this overwhelming bliss and could only seek release through her cries.
She tilted her head back, breaking their kiss, leaning against the cushion as she wailed without stopping: "Ah~~ I can't take it, don't thrust there~~~ Mm~~~ I can't anymore~~"
Song Weiyang had never enjoyed himself so thoroughly. He felt it would be worth dying, impaled right there on Ji Ning.
The feel of her little hands pushing weakly against his chest awakened his deepest, most primal instincts. He bucked his waist faster and harder. His pubic bone slapped against the plush flesh of Ji Ning's ass, making it bounce without pause, and the two long legs he held up in his hands jolted unceasingly.
"Can't take it? You need to pee? Come on, pee on me." After he spoke, he latched onto Ji Ning's exposed neck with a wet kiss, then nipped at the soft flesh of her breast as he accelerated the impact, thrusting deep and fast.
Deep sighs and lilting moans intertwined, occasionally punctuated by Ji Ning's soft, coquettish cries of plea. The soundtrack of flesh slapping against flesh made this audio clip absolutely spectacular.
The most sensitive soft flesh inside Ji Ning was battered into chaotic trembling by Song Weiyang's thrusts. The dense, overwhelming pleasure flooded her senses. Finally, as he let out a muffled groan, his ass spasming as he shot several thick spurts of semen, she too convulsed, spraying a gush of fluid onto his cock.
Livestream comments:
"Honestly, this segment isn't that difficult. As long as the guy is skilled, the woman's moans will be real, and real is the best sound."
"The harder a woman cries, the more excited a man gets."
"I feel like Ji Ning and Song Weiyang are solid again this time. Other rooms even have fake moaning!"
"Our little brother looks baby-faced, but his cock is hard and his hips are killer. Ji Ning, think about it—I ship Ning-Yang."
"Ning-Ye is the one true path."
"Fight! Fight!"
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