Chapter 123: The Dick Pounded In (2)
The small hole, invaded by a foreign object, couldn't help but clench tightly, guarding its final line of defense, as if trying to push the dick out.
But the dick was like a long sword, burying itself to the hilt, stabbing straight for the "yellow dragon" (cervix).
No matter how Sun Jiaojiao's little hole clamped down, the dick was like an unbridled wild horse, charging recklessly, suddenly pounding into the depths of her "flower heart," desperate to smash that flower heart open.
The Jade-Faced Swordsman grunted twice, muffled and satisfied.
So this was what fucking a woman felt like... No wonder the Eighth Prince was always surrounded by women, wishing he could roll around in a pile of them every day.
If women were made of water, the Jade-Faced Swordsman was the pestle that pounded the water.
He, self-taught, thrust his massive member, pounding that small flower hole until it was slick and slippery, constantly spitting out lewd juices. Sun Jiaojiao, dazed, wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him seal her mouth, happily kissing him mouth-to-mouth, just like a pair of mandarin ducks, paired up, getting their first taste of forbidden fruit.
Her pair of full, huge breasts constantly slammed against the Jade-Faced Swordsman's chest, bouncing, hitting him until his "ape-heart and horse-will" (his mind) ran wild, and he didn't know what to do.
He casually grabbed those huge breasts, wanting to control them so they wouldn't shake anymore.
But the moment his large hands enveloped the huge breasts, the firm, elastic, good feeling was like an electric current, a numbing sensation that made him unable to resist squeezing them again.
"Ah..." Sun Jiaojiao cried out softly, pained by his squeeze. His large hands, frightened, immediately slid off those jade peaks.
But that ecstatic feeling made him want to experience it again. He trembled as he covered them once more.
The Jade-Faced Swordsman's mind suddenly flashed with the image of Sun Jiaojiao, pressed under Xiao Si, her eyes glazed over, full of temptation, rubbing and playing with her tits for him on the roof. That stimulating image made his blood boil. The real flesh in his hands felt just like that scene, making his entire body feel like it was pumped full of chicken blood (adrenaline). He held her tits in one hand, while thrusting his member in her slutty hole with the other.
She was the one who acted slutty and seduced him first...
The Jade-Faced Swordsman, while screwing Sun Jiaojiao, repented in his heart, finding an excuse for himself.
He had once liked a girl. That girl, like Sun Jiaojiao, was the young miss of an official's family. It was just that her status wasn't as noble as Sun Jiaojiao's, and she was born to a concubine. At a young age, she had married a young master of equal social standing, as her parents commanded. The Jade-Faced Swordsman hadn't even had time to let her know his feelings before he watched, eyes wide, as she, in her red wedding dress, got into the sedan chair. From then on, the Jade-Faced Swordsman swore he would make a name for himself, and that he would "keep his body like jade" (remain chaste) for her.
But the irony was, that long-ago vow was still ringing in his ears, yet today, he had broken the bottom line he had kept for several years.
In fact, these past few years, he had been protecting the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince had joked about giving him women countless times. Many of the girls in the brothels also admired his cold, handsome face and showed their favor, throwing themselves at him. But he had never been moved.
But today, he had broken his vow...
He really couldn't stand the way Sun Jiaojiao looked, seducing men even in her sleep. So, while fucking her, he shut his eyes tightly, imagining that the woman beneath him was the official's daughter he had once deeply loved. Only then did his guilt lessen a little. He excitedly squeezed her tits, fiercely and madly thrusting into her slutty hole, venting his long-accumulated desire and love...
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