Chapter 140: Fucked While Gagged
Sun Jiaojiao was stunned!
She found that she could never figure out men, oh no, His Highness the Crown Prince's thoughts. Maybe that old saying was right: "Accompanying a ruler is like accompanying a tiger"! It was never wrong to be cautious.
Just now, the Crown Prince had a "murderous" look on his face, and now, he was uncontrollably overcome with lust, pinning Sun Jiaojiao against the corner of the wall, fiercely sucking on her two thin lips, wishing he could make her unable to breathe.
Sun Jiaojiao couldn't help but moan.
She found that she was really quite lewd. As long as a man hugged, kissed, or groped her, her lower body would surely flow with lewd juices, her desire difficult to fill, regardless of the occasion.
Forget it, whatever.
Let's just get off and have a go first! Even if she was sentenced to death afterward, she'd accept it.
Sun Jiaojiao decided to counter-pounce.
Her back against the wall, she lifted her legs and hooked them tightly around the Crown Prince's waist, just like in "King of Comedy," where Cecilia Cheung, as a "miss" (nightclub hostess), couldn't break her old habits and wrapped her legs around the man's waist.
The Crown Prince followed her posture, and as a conditioned reflex, reached out to support her butt.
The two tight, perky "meat-balls" (butt cheeks), which he hadn't touched in a long time, pressed against the Crown Prince's palms. Their elasticity was excellent, making him unable to resist giving them a few more squeezes.
"Ah..."
Sun Jiaojiao cried out wantonly, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and hugged the Crown Prince's neck tightly.
This familiar, coquettish cry merged with the coquettish cry from the guard's room that day, fiercely stimulating the Crown Prince's eardrums.
"This Prince forbids you to cry out."
The Crown Prince gritted his teeth and stuffed a handkerchief into Sun Jiaojiao's mouth, gagging her small mouth tightly. Then, he ripped off her underpants, exposing her pink, tender private parts to the sunlight without any cover. He simply and crudely released his furious Dragon Root. Without any foreplay, he thrust straight to the hilt, piercing into Sun Jiaojiao's small hole.
Sun Jiaojiao was fucked until it hurt, but her mouth was gagged by the handkerchief. She couldn't cry out at all and could only instinctively curl up her body, twisting on him.
Fucking through her uterus... the feeling of being enveloped by that warm flesh was truly too good.
The Crown Prince pinched Sun Jiaojiao's waist with one hand, and with the other, expertly tore her clothes to shreds, exposing a pair of elastic tits that constantly collided with his chest, squeezing, then colliding, then squeezing again. This lewd scene... he had dreamt of it countless times on his journey. Every night he entered a dream, he would thoroughly release all his anger into her slutty hole, using his white semen to burn her, scalding her until she let out moans of surrender for him.
In a dream, not knowing one is a guest, one only covets pleasure.
The Crown Prince fiercely and forcefully fucked Sun Jiaojiao's "desperate-to-be-fucked" slutty hole, again and again, each time burying himself to the hilt, wishing he could squeeze both his balls into her small hole as well. This pleasure was too real, so much so that he somewhat suspected whether he was dreaming or fucking her in reality.
This was truly Sun Jiaojiao's first time being gagged and fucked by a man...
Although it was very unpleasant, as she was being fucked, the pleasure actually became more and more intense.
Soon, an indescribable pleasure washed over her. Her "flower heart" (G-spot/cervix) couldn't take the stimulation and fiercely gushed out a lot of "Yin essence" (female ejaculate) onto the glans, contracting and trembling uncontrollably. But the Dragon Root, which had been drenched in a "shower," fought on with increasing valor, clearly not planning to let the flower heart go. Taking advantage of its "surrender," he stabbed straight for the "yellow dragon" (cervix), using his huge glans to fiercely grind against the flower heart, ruthlessly wringing out the last trace of "Yin essence."
Sun Jiaojiao "wuwu"-ed, wanting to cry out, but her mouth was gagged by the silk handkerchief. She couldn't cry out at all and could only desperately shake her head.
Who was the Crown Prince?
He was the "war god" who wouldn't even blink or tire after killing fifty people on the battlefield. Sun Jiaojiao, "surrendering" so quickly, couldn't possibly satisfy his vigorous physique and his "thirteen-times-a-night" desire.
He saw Sun Jiaojiao being fucked to climax, so tired that her two legs went soft, unable to clamp his waist, unable to even stand steadily. So, maintaining the posture of their "sex-organs" joined, he steadily carried Sun Jiaojiao and threw her onto the bed to continue fucking.
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