However, these exquisitely beautiful feet, seemingly untouched by lust, emerged from beneath the man's shoulders, one foot dangling, the delicate toes curling and swaying, yet exuding a breathtakingly sensual allure…
Strangely, the man seemed to maintain this position, not beginning to thrust, as if frozen in time—like a puppet.
"I can't take it anymore…"
Suddenly, a soft sigh came from beneath the man, followed by a small hand pushing his muscular body aside. A thick, hard penis could be seen withdrawing from the hairless, tender opening between the jade-like legs. The two plump labia majora were slightly everted, revealing moist, vibrant red petals. The entrance was only briefly glimpsed for a moment after the penis was withdrawn, before a gush of thin, milky nectar quickly trickled down the cleft of the buttocks.
Then, Jiang Yingji closed her snow-white legs, concealing the beautiful sight of her hairless vulva glistening with a sticky fluid. Looking at Yuan Hui's still erect and throbbing member, a hint of struggle crossed her face, but she still didn't mount him.
Two days ago, after her first inexplicable sexual encounter with this monk, Jiang Yingji realized…
She had become like this, longing for her husband, Li Zhiyu. Even with only a slight resemblance, she couldn't help but thrust her hips forward, her vagina receiving that familiar, fiery impact.
However, it was ultimately only a slight resemblance. After erasing the monk's memory that night with witchcraft, she couldn't resist using witchcraft again the next day to control him, leading him into her bedroom for a night of lovemaking. But she eventually sobered up, unwilling to pursue that elusive dream any longer. No matter what, Zhiyu was gone.
Confused and disoriented by lust and longing, Jiang Yingji failed to notice that Yuanhui had never been fully conscious, not even before she "erased" her memories.
Of course, even if she had sensed something amiss, she instinctively assumed it was due to her erasing Yuanhui's memories, without suspecting anyone else.
"Go back... no need to come any further."
Jiang Yingji extended her long, slender, and smooth arm, her five delicate, bamboo-shoo-like fingers moving subtly as if manipulating invisible threads. Yuanhui's massive body then unnaturally rose from the bed and staggered towards the door.
As she moved, his erect penis, glistening with sticky white fluid, swayed stiffly, erect and taut, its glans menacing, its shaft red and veined, as if about to burst.
It was obvious that he had been forcibly stopped just before ejaculation, causing his semen to become blocked and unable to be released, which would likely put a considerable burden on his body…
A hint of pity flashed in Jiang Yingji's eyes. At least in her view, the monk Yuanhui was in this state entirely because of her…
She gritted her teeth, waved her hand again, and Yuanhui's body froze instantly. He then turned around and walked back to the bedside.
This time, his thick, fleshy penis faced Jiang Yingji directly. The red, arm-like shaft swayed, its menacing head seeming to stare at her, and a faint, pungent odor emanated from it, causing Jiang Yingji's jade-like face to flush slightly.
When the man reached her, Jiang Yingji gracefully moved her legs and sat on the edge of the bed. Her slender toes touched the ground, and her willow-like waist stretched forward, her snow-white hands grasping the thick penis.
Hot, large, and slippery, it seemed to be throbbing against her delicate palm.
In terms of sheer vitality and ferocious appearance, this penis was no less impressive than her former husband, Li Zhiyu's, and perhaps even slightly superior.
However, the real difference between them wasn't superficial. A man with the Nine Yangs, or a pure Yang body, might not necessarily have a more powerful physique than some strong men, nor was it about possessing an unparalleled donkey-like penis; the difference lay in their inner nature.
Its heat and warmth were so intense that even if one were stripped naked and standing in the cold wind and snow, being embraced by its warmth would feel like being in a hot spring; and even amidst the blazing heat, being held in its arms would feel like being enveloped in warm, smooth jade, completely ignoring the burning sensation.
The mere touch of skin against skin was enough to lull her to sleep peacefully in his arms all night, waking refreshed and at ease. Stretching, she felt her breasts pressed against his firm, warm chest, which, even after a night's sleep, remained completely cool, bringing a subtle, electric-like pleasure…
Thinking this, a glint of tears welled in Jiang Yingji's beautiful eyes… but it was an experience she could never recapture.
Suddenly, she felt the heat emanating from the penis in her hand was somewhat similar to the warmth of the past. Involuntarily, she slid her slender, snow-white wrist up and down, her jade hand stroking the thick penis, from the glans to the base, caressing the large scrotum.
The sticky, lustful fluid on the penis acted as excellent lubricant, and with delicate "sizzling" sounds, the penis grew increasingly swollen and throbbing, almost slipping out of her grasp.
Jiang Yingji's beautiful eyes flashed, and she leaned closer, her cherry lips seemingly hesitant for a moment before finally pressing against the large, round, fleshy red mushroom head. She gently sipped and sucked, her cherry lips opening wide after a while, slowly drawing the thick glans inside.
The moment it touched the warm, moist mouth and delicate tongue, the penis seemed to ignite. The pent-up pleasure, like molten lava, broke free of its restraints and erupted in the warm mouth!
"Mmm...slurp~"
A strand of white semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, and the beauty's slender neck arched slightly, undulating, swallowing it all...down her throat.
Soon, the limp, monstrous man staggered out of the room, and silence returned. A long sigh escaped, its origin and cessation unclear.
******
Luo Xuetang swayed gracefully among the men in suits and women in elegant gowns. Although some women's elaborate makeup seemed no less striking than Luo Xuetang's lightly applied makeup, they were like stars shining brightly in the shadows when the moon wasn't out. Despite the swarms of admirers who had previously surrounded her, they all faded into obscurity under Xuetang's presence, forgotten by all.
As the saying goes, "A bright moon and sparse stars, near pearls obscured by dust," this is the beauty of the scene.
This was a common "fundraising" gala in high society, attended by celebrities from all walks of life…
Compared to Qin Yan, who followed Xuetang like a shadow, I chose to blend into the crowd, secretly observing whether anyone would harm Xuetang.
Because I hadn't forgotten that the reason Xuetang hired bodyguards was precisely because someone wanted to kidnap her.