The sustained high-speed riding caused her fair skin to flush with passion, and she was drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, she was on top of me, the thick thing still deeply buried inside her, and she twisted her waist violently, causing her entire body to rotate 180 degrees on top of me!
They turned into a position with their backs to me and their faces towards my feet!
This difficult movement caused the thick object to rotate violently inside her tight, wet, and slippery flower path, rubbing against every inch of the extremely sensitive inner wall folds. In particular, the angle at which the glans scraped against the G-spot became tricky and deadly!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
A high-pitched, almost out-of-control, tearful cry burst from Maisui's throat!
Her body trembled and tensed violently as if electrocuted. "Turn...turn to...so...so strange...so comfortable...I'm going to die...ooh..." she stammered, completely overwhelmed by this sudden and unprecedented intense stimulation.
The extreme pleasure from spinning acted as a catalyst, igniting her final frenzy.
She braced her hands behind her back, gripping my taut thighs tightly. The sheets were crumpled into a ball, as if she were doing the most intense squats. She lifted her round, full buttocks, which were covered in sweat and love juice, high up, almost causing my penis to slip out completely, leaving only the wet glans stuck at the entrance of her vagina.
Then, using your full body weight and gravity, sit down hard and without reservation!
"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
Each deep squat-like descent was accompanied by a dull and loud "plop" sound!
That was the sound of flesh impacting the glans penis solidly and fiercely against the soft flesh of the cervix, mixed with the sound of a large amount of fluid being squeezed and splashing.
Each impact felt like it was trying to pierce through her delicate flower core!
"It's piercing...it's piercing...my uterus...you're going to...pierce it...silence...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...I'm coming...ahhhhhh!!!"
The rustling of the wheat ears became short, high-pitched, and completely lost its rhythm, leaving only an instinctive outpouring.
Her body arched backward suddenly, her back bending into a terrifying arc, her head tilting back in despair, and a series of uncontrollable screams, filled with extreme sobs, escaped her throat!
Deep within the flower's heart, it's like an out-of-control spring, violently opening and closing, spasming, and sucking!
A surge of hot, gushing love fluid poured violently onto my sensitive glans, bringing waves of tingling, numbing sensation.
Her whole body convulsed violently, as if all her bones had been removed. She collapsed forward, limp and sprawled on my sweaty thighs. Only her tight flower path, still lingering in the afterglow, unconsciously and violently contracted and tightened, greedily massaging the still hard and hot thing inside, as if trying to squeeze out the last bit of essence.
Only the heavy, intertwined breathing of the two remained in the room, the intense scent of passion mixed with the smell of sweat and bodily fluids, permeating the salty sea breeze.
Wheat lay on my lap, panting heavily, her body trembling slightly, each breath causing her soft breasts, pressed against my thigh, to rise and fall.
Her voice was languid, satisfied, and hoarse after her orgasm: "Ha...ha...so comfortable...silence...you're so hot...so hard...still throbbing inside..." She even unconsciously used her wet opening to gently suck on the hard object buried deep inside, eliciting a suppressed groan from me.
With one hand I stroked her back, feeling the fine beads of sweat on her smooth skin and the trembling that had not yet subsided, while with the other hand I kneaded her firm buttocks, my lower body was being sucked so hard by her still tight and writhing flower path after her orgasm that it felt like it was about to explode.
"Little slut... are you satisfied already?" My voice was equally hoarse, burning with lingering lust. "One more time? Hmm?"
As Mai Sui's breathing calmed, a spark rekindled in her dazed eyes. She propped herself up, her body aching, turned her head, and looked at me with wet eyes, her red lips slightly parted, as if she truly wanted to accept this deadly invitation—
"Tap, tap, tap."
Three clear, restrained, and tentative knocks pierced the thick, still-lingering fog of desire in the room like icicles!
My body and Mai Sui's body froze instantly!
It was as if the pause button had been pressed; all movements, sounds, and even breathing froze at that moment!
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost bursting out of my throat!
"Damn it!" I gasped, my scalp tingling, and growled in a low voice, "Quick! Hide!"
Wheat's reaction was astonishingly fast! Despite still feeling sore and trembling from the afterglow of her orgasm, she scrambled off me like a startled rabbit, trying to make as little noise as possible.
With a "pop," the rough object, laden with a large amount of sticky fluid, slid out of her wet, slightly parted flower path.
She quickly pulled the thin blanket I had kicked aside and haphazardly covered my naked, still erect, and glistening lower body.
Then, barefoot, he silently darted towards the tall wardrobe in the corner of the room like a shadow, opened it a crack, slipped inside like an eel, and quickly closed the wardrobe door, leaving only an almost invisible gap. His eyes peered out nervously and without blinking in the darkness.
I immediately rolled over, facing the wall, pulled the blanket up to cover my shoulders and back, leaving only the back of my head exposed, adjusted my breathing, and tried to calm my heartbeat.
The person outside waited a few seconds, and seeing only mumbled noises from inside without any other response, seemed to hesitate for a moment.
Then, the doorknob was turned slightly—the door had been locked when Maisui came in, and the handle only made a slight "click" sound as it spun without moving.
There was a moment of silence outside the door.
Then, a deliberately lowered, slightly nervous and tentative girl's voice came through the door: "Brother...brother? It's me...Youyou...are you asleep?"
It's Shen Youyi!
My heart almost stopped! Through the gap in the wardrobe, Mai Sui covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.
There was silence outside the door for a few more seconds, as if they were waiting, or perhaps making a decision.
then.
"Click".
The door lock was gently opened.
The door was pushed open a crack.
A slender figure, like an elf in the moonlight, darted in and quickly closed the door behind her.
She wore a light, form-fitting white silk slip dress. In the hazy moonlight, the soft fabric almost transparently outlined the shape of the girl's developing body—a slender waist, slightly protruding breasts, and straight legs.
She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, silently.
She tiptoed to the bedside, carrying with her a faint, sweet fragrance that even the sea breeze couldn't dispel—a fragrance belonging to a young girl.
By the faint moonlight filtering through the clouds and filtering in from outside the window, the wheat ears hiding in the gap of the wardrobe and the figure I caught out of the corner of my eye by the bed clearly reflected that little face—a face filled with tension, anticipation, and a jealousy mixed with a kind of desperate determination, which had not yet subsided after being provoked by the wheat ears during the day.
Shen Youyi stood by the bed, looking at me "sleeping" with my face turned inward. She bit her lower lip and nervously clutched the edge of her nightgown.
She made sure the door lock clicked shut, and like a nimble cat soaked in the night, she silently climbed onto the edge of the bed.
With a hint of nervousness and a desperate anticipation, she held her breath, grabbed the edge of the thin blanket covering me, and suddenly pulled it off!
The cool air instantly enveloped my lower body.
The moonlight, though meager, was enough to outline the still semi-erect, menacingly erect shape—large patches of viscous, crystalline liquid, gleaming eerily in the dim light, clung to the thick shaft, slowly flowing downwards, staining the hair and sheets.
An intense, ambiguous scent, a blend of the sweet, cloying fragrance of wheat, enveloped them like an invisible net, not yet completely dispersed by the sea breeze.