Chapter 220: A Peachy Rumor
The man's huge phallus thrust in. Even with the lubrication of her juices, Sun Jiaojiao felt like her little hole was about to be split open. The massive, pillar-like object was stuck inside her little hole, stuck fast.
Only a few days without being fucked, and it was already this tight and painful...
She unconsciously wriggled her waist, wanting to adjust, but The Crown Prince's arms were strong and powerful, imprisoning her so she couldn't move at all.
The Crown Prince also sensed the tightness inside. He pushed harder, thrusting deeper, stimulating a soft, sensitive spot. Sun Jiaojiao moaned in comfort, panting softly in his ear, "Mn... ah..."
Sensing that this spot was particularly sensitive, The Crown Prince thrust there a few more times.
Within a few thrusts, her slutty juices gushed out desperately along his giant root, as if a floodgate had broken.
"Wanton woman. So many juices. I should just throw you out to be a camp prostitute," The Crown Prince bit her ear, grinding his teeth.
"Jiaojiao doesn't want to... Jiaojiao only wants to serve Your Highness..."
"Don't you get more excited the more men there are?"
His words were angry, insulting Sun Jiaojiao, but the anger in his belly gradually dissipated as the two of them coupled. After holding back for so many days, he had finally broken.
This woman... she really was his weakness.
His thrusting frequency became faster and faster, and his hands continuously caressed her chest, grasping that familiar, warm softness. Her thighs were spread by him to their widest possible angle, so he could clearly see their coupling. Every single hair, stained with her juices, was reflected in his eyes. Only then was he satisfied.
After not being fucked for many days, Sun Jiaojiao's little hole was not only tight, but also sensitive. After just a short while, she began to tremble under The Crown Prince's violent thrusts. Her little hole opened and closed, desperately spitting out flower fluids. Her whole body limply collapsed on The Crown Prince's chest. The Crown Prince knew Sun Jiaojiao had climaxed.
"Feel good?"
"Mn... ah..." After her orgasm, Sun Jiaojiao's brain was a bit oxygen-deprived.
"Does it feel good being fucked by this Prince, or does it feel good being fucked by a wild man?"
"Being fucked by Your Highness feels the best..."
Only after the words left her mouth did Sun Jiaojiao realize... she really was oxygen-deprived. It was such an obvious trap, how did she jump in without even thinking? How could she answer that? Answering meant she had indeed... compared them!
Sure enough, hearing this, The Crown Prince, whose anger had just subsided, was enraged once more.
"It seems I'll have to fuck you to death before you'll remember clearly... exactly who your man is." The Crown Prince gritted his teeth, raised his spear, and entered again, giving Sun Jiaojiao no chance to recover.
His sudden, fierce thrust made Sun Jiaojiao's entire body jolt. Her legs went even softer, and she collapsed into his embrace like a pile of soft mud.
The fear of being fucked by The Crown Prince all night, unable to get out of bed the next day, once again dominated her thoughts.
She cried and sobbed, "Your Highness, Jiaojiao was wrong... I was really wrong..."
But it was too late.
For the entire night, The Crown Prince did not let her go. It seemed he wanted to vent all his anger at once. He rose and fell on her body, time and time again, pouring his semen into her womb, fucking her to climax over and over.
That night, the sounds of fierce collisions and moans constantly echoed from the army tent.
Later, a rumor spread through the army: The Western Turkic Prince, A'xi'er, was captured and entered The Crown Prince's army tent. The two of them hit it off immediately, had a night of passion, and fought three hundred rounds. Everyone in the army heard the sounds, and they all speculated whether The Crown Prince had topped the Turkic Prince, or if the Turkic Prince had taken their Crown Prince. It wasn't until dawn that The Crown Prince reluctantly let him go, and they agreed that their two armies would never fight again. The next day, the Western Turkic Prince withdrew his troops as promised.
Mini-Theater 17: Meat-meat Small Theater
A'xi'er: Your Highness, I heard a rumor about the two of us... How about we...
The Crown Prince: Scram!
A'xi'er: Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? My stamina is very good.
The Crown Prince: Scram...
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