Chapter 145: Chapter 122: ENDLESS FLOW AND PERFECT PLEASURE

After hearing Jun Hao’s wicked explanation about his new tools and his plan to make her a continuous source of sweet liquid, Lianhua stood there, her face burning bright red with embarrassment. She felt strange being spoken of as if she were nothing more than a container or a tap to be opened whenever he pleased, yet her body—still throbbing and sensitive from the intense pleasure he had just given her—responded with a warm, aching need deep inside. Suddenly, she remembered the food still boiling on the stove behind her.

"Wait... ah Hao... let me turn off the stove first, okay?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly from shyness. "If I leave it like this, the food will definitely burn..."

Jun Hao nodded casually, but a mischievous, wicked glint sparkled in his eyes. He didn’t step away or let her go. Instead, as soon as she took a step to move, he moved closer behind her, his body pressing firmly against hers. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Oh, that is fine," he replied with a smirk. "Hurry up then."

And then, without any warning, while still standing right behind her, Jun Hao thrust three of his thick fingers straight inside her wet, open vagina all at once. He pushed them deep, spreading her soft inner walls wide, filling her completely. He began to move his fingers slowly but rhythmically, twisting, turning, and stirring vigorously inside her slippery, hot flesh, as if he were simply playing around while waiting.

"I was just thinking," Jun Hao said casually, as if he were discussing something completely ordinary, while his fingers kept working deep inside her, stroking every sensitive spot. "If I just stand here doing nothing while you go, I will get bored waiting. I might as well play a little bit here while you turn off the fire."

Lianhua’s body stiffened violently the moment those three thick fingers entered her at the same time, stretching her intimate flesh to its limit. Her eyes flew wide open, pupils instantly blowing large and dark, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly against her cheeks as her breath hitched sharply in her throat. Her knees buckled inward and trembled so hard she almost collapsed, forcing her to lean her entire weight back against his chest for support, her hips instinctively rolling and circling in slow, deep arcs, grinding back against his hand to take him even deeper. Her back arched gracefully but tensely, shoulder blades protruding sharply, the muscles of her neck tightening hard as her head tilted all the way back, mouth falling slightly open to let out short, heavy, strangled gasps. Her skin flushed bright pink all over from her neck down to her chest, fine beads of cold sweat forming instantly on her forehead and between her heaving breasts. Her fingers curled rigidly until her palms turned pale, clutching the hem of her own clothes so tightly her shoulders shook. Her abdominal muscles contracted repeatedly as if trying to both push and hold his fingers deep inside her, her hips trembling faintly yet moving constantly to match the rhythm of his hand, her entire body burning hot and tingling as if soft electric currents were shooting from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers and curling toes. She walked with unsteady, shuffling steps, legs crossing and locking together, her back arching deeper every time she felt his fingers twist against the most sensitive spots deep within, her face flushed crimson, eyelids squeezing shut tight then fluttering open again as she fought to endure the overwhelming pleasure surging through her.

With great difficulty, trying to steady her shaking limbs and focus through the overwhelming sensation rocking her body, Lianhua finally reached the stove. Her hands trembled violently as she reached out, fingers fumbling and brushing clumsily against the metal surface, elbows bending and knees knocking together loudly as she struggled just to remain standing upright. Her breath caught sharply in her throat, shoulders hunching high toward her ears, head tipping all the way back with eyes squeezed completely shut as a violent shiver raced the full length of her spine from just the slightest movement of his fingers inside her. She turned the knob with agonizing slowness, her whole body swaying and swaying, toes curling so hard inside her shoes they cramped, her inner muscles fluttering and clamping greedily, hungrily milking his fingers in a constant, rhythmic pulse, betraying exactly how much she was drowning in pleasure. Throughout that entire time, Jun Hao never stopped moving his fingers, never slowed his relentless pace, massaging and probing every delicate, sensitive fold deep within her passage, watching every little twitch, shiver, and flush that crossed her face with deep amusement and absolute satisfaction.

"Done?" Jun Hao asked, his voice calm, though his own breathing had grown heavier and slower.

"Done..." Lianhua answered breathlessly, chest heaving up and down in rapid, shallow bursts, face burning deep red, legs still shaking uncontrollably from the intense stimulation lingering in every nerve ending.

Slowly, Jun Hao pulled his fingers out from within her. They were completely soaked, dripping thick, clear nectar that glistened under the kitchen light. He brought his wet fingers straight to his mouth and licked them clean one by one, his tongue swirling slowly, thoroughly tasting every drop, eyes closing half-way as a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction spread across his face. Then, he took her hand firmly in his, picked up the small leather bag containing his new tools, and guided her away from the kitchen, walking together toward the spacious living room where a large, soft leather sofa awaited.

Once they stood right in front of the big, comfortable sofa, Jun Hao stopped. He looked down at her with eyes full of lust and absolute command.

"Take off all your clothes," he ordered, his voice deep and unarguable. "Take everything off until you are completely naked. Then lie down flat on your back right here on the sofa. Spread your legs wide open, and keep them wide. I want to see everything clearly."

Lianhua lowered her head in deep shame, her face burning hotter than ever, but her submission to him was absolute and total. She did not resist. With slow, trembling movements made clumsy by both shame and the burning desire boiling through her veins, she undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, fingers catching and fumbling as her hands grew slick with sweat and nervousness. As the fabric slid down and fell to the floor, her shoulders slumped slightly downward, her large, heavy breasts swaying softly, nipples already hard and erect, deep red and aching. She slid her trousers down slowly, hips swaying gently, skin glowing and damp, every soft curve and contour of her body clearly illuminated by the room’s light. When she finally stood completely naked before him, she wrapped her arms tightly around her own chest, pressing her breasts together, legs squeezing shut tight, face turning away so she would not have to meet his gaze. Yet her hips tilted forward unconsciously, inner thighs rubbing slowly together, her body betraying exactly how desperately it craved his touch more than anything else in the world. Her skin felt feverishly hot as she stepped up onto the sofa, her back sinking into the soft leather, head resting gently back against the cushion, before she slowly, hesitantly, spread her legs wide apart. Her knees bent upward and outward, soft, wet inner thighs fully exposed, her outer lips swollen, dark red and protruding, throbbing and pulsing on their own in silent invitation, fingertips pressing deep into the cushion until the fabric gave way, her entire body rigid yet completely ready to receive whatever he chose to give her.

Jun Hao stood beside the sofa, drinking in the magnificent sight before him with eyes shining with dark excitement. He opened the small leather bag and pulled out his new treasures: two round vibrators made of sleek black silicone, each attached to a long, thick black electrical cord that connected to a single handheld remote control unit.

He knelt down right between her open legs. He coated both toys generously with her own natural wetness, using the slippery fluid dripping freely from her body as lubrication. Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the first vibrating tip directly against her wet folds, making her back arch high off the cushions instantly, mouth falling open wide to release a long, low, trapped moan vibrating deep in her throat. He pushed the first toy slowly but firmly deep inside her already stretched, aching passage. Lianhua bowed her head, hair falling like a curtain over her face, biting down hard on her lower lip until it turned white, hips lifting completely off the sofa, the backs of her legs bending rigid, toes curling inward sharply as the object slid deep inside, filling the empty space within her until she felt impossibly full and stretched tight. Then he took the second toy, and pushed it into the same tight opening, pressing it right alongside the first one. Lianhua’s body jerked violently as if struck by electricity, eyes wide open and staring blankly at the ceiling, chest rising and falling in frantic, desperate gasps as if she had run a marathon, every muscle in her abdomen and hips contracting hard and repeatedly trying to contain the two hard, vibrating objects fighting for space inside such a narrow channel. Her thighs trembled violently, knees struggling to snap shut but held firmly open by his strong hands, hips twisting and bucking wildly out of control, sweat pouring down her entire body making her skin slippery and glistening. She felt incredibly stuffed, impossibly stretched, a heavy, intense pressure pushing outward from the inside in every direction, making every single nerve in her body light up and throb at blinding speed.

"Ah... it is too full... too big inside..." Lianhua whimpered softly, eyes wide with shock and overwhelming sensation, feeling the intense stretch and pressure deep inside her core.

"Good," Jun Hao whispered with a wicked grin. "More inside means more pleasure."

He held the remote control in his hand. He looked at her, and suddenly his face lit up with an expression of pure, unbridled joy and delight—exactly like a child who had just received the most wonderful new toy he had ever wanted. His eyes sparkled brightly, crinkling at the corners with sheer happiness, his cheeks lifted high by a wide, triumphant grin. He looked incredibly proud, bouncing slightly on his knees in excitement, watching his experiment ready to begin. He looked like a genius who had just discovered the greatest invention in the world.

He pressed the power button, and immediately slid the control dial all the way up to the absolute maximum intensity.

DRRRRRRR... DRRRRRRR... DRRRRRRR...

A low, heavy hum vibrated through the air, and instantly, a massive, overwhelming force exploded inside Lianhua’s body. The two vibrators roared with terrifying power, shaking violently side by side, vibrating at an incredibly high speed and strength, massaging, rubbing, and pounding against her most sensitive inner walls from every angle at the same time. Because they were both inside the same passage, the sensation was doubled, intense beyond imagination, grinding against her soft flesh relentlessly.

The shockwave hit her instantly like a bolt of lightning. Every nerve ending deep inside her fired at once. The rapid, violent vibration rubbed against sensitive ridges and spots she never even knew existed, sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting straight up her spine, through her brain, and all the way down to the very tips of her curling toes. Her inner walls clamped down hard around the two shaking devices, muscles tightening rigidly as if trying to contain something far too large to hold. Her skin turned bright crimson instantly, beads of sweat bursting forth across her forehead, chest, and between her bouncing breasts. Her abdominal muscles contracted hard and rhythmically, hips lifting high off the cushions automatically, grinding herself harder and deeper against the source of the sensation. Her outer lips, already swollen, stretched wider and protruded further, turning a glossy, deep red, flaring open wide as the pressure built and built inside, no longer capable of holding anything back. Her neck arched tight, jaw locked shut, eyes rolling back into her head until only the whites showed, head thrown all the way back, hair splayed wildly across the pillows. Her wide-spread legs shook violently, calves hardening, toes curling so tightly the arches of her feet bent sharply upward. She bowed her entire body into a tight arch, only her heels and shoulders remaining in contact with the sofa, her entire midsection lifted high, trembling violently as if her very bones were coming loose. And when the pressure could no longer be contained, everything burst free. Sweet, hot liquid gushed out from her core in powerful, heavy streams, spraying thick and hard, soaking everything beneath her, flowing endlessly as her inner muscles pulsed and milked the vibrators over and over again, squeezing every drop of pleasure possible. Her mind went completely blank, her senses drowning entirely in an ocean of pure, blinding pleasure so intense she felt herself melting away and vanishing instantly.

Jun Hao watched the explosion of liquid with wild delight. His eyes widened, gleaming with greed and triumph. He threw his head back, shoulders shaking with silent laughter, looking utterly pleased with himself. He lunged forward instantly, burying his face deep into the flood. His hands shot out, grabbing her fleshy thighs with bruising force, fingers digging deep into the soft, trembling skin, pulling them wider apart and crushing them tight against the sides of his face, sealing his mouth completely over her throbbing opening so that not a single drop could escape him. He sucked aggressively, cheeks hollowing out completely, creating a powerful, relentless vacuum, loud, wet slurping and swallowing sounds echoing thickly around the room. His throat bobbed rhythmically, rapidly swallowing every drop that poured out, eyes rolling back in his head in pure ecstasy, his expression one of absolute rapture as he tasted her essence. When the flow finally slowed and weakened, he lifted his head slowly. His face was completely soaked, chin dripping freely, lips glistening wet and shiny. He wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded and dreamy, a look of deep, satiated satisfaction painted all over his features. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring every lingering trace of her taste, nodding slowly to himself with deep appreciation and pride.

Before she could even catch her breath, the relentless vibration continued, immediately building the sensation back up again, faster and stronger than before. The two toys buzzed violently, grinding against the sensitive, already overstimulated raw flesh inside her. It felt like her insides were being massaged by a thousand buzzing fingers, hitting every sweet spot simultaneously. The feeling was sharp, electric, and incredibly intense. Her body convulsed, her legs shaking uncontrollably as a new, rising heat spread from her groin all the way to her chest. Her breasts bounced and swayed with every violent tremor of her body, nipples hard and aching. Inside, her passage felt incredibly full, stretched to the limit, and every shake sent waves of friction that made her writhe and twist constantly. Her opening fluttered rapidly, leaking streams of fluid continuously even before the peak hit, her body already trained to produce endless amounts of sweetness just for him.

Before her breath could even return to normal, the violent vibration attacked again, even stronger and faster than before. It felt as though the inside of her body was being massaged by thousands of buzzing fingers, hitting every sensitive spot at once. The sensation was sharp, stinging, and overwhelmingly powerful. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, both legs trembling violently as a fresh wave of heat rose from her groin to flood her entire chest. Her breasts bounced wildly with every violent shudder of her frame, nipples hardening further and aching with painful sensitivity. Deep inside, she felt impossibly full and stretched, every vibration of the toys sending waves of friction that made her writhe without pause. Her inner walls fluttered rapidly, releasing fluids continuously even before the peak arrived, her body seemingly programmed to produce endless wetness solely for his pleasure. Her neck tilted to the side, tears of pure bliss seeping from the corners of her squeezed-shut eyes, heels pounding against the sofa cushions repeatedly, hips rising and falling in a wild, frantic rhythm, her back rubbing roughly against the leather, her entire body twisting and coiling as if trying to escape the intensity, yet at the same time grinding herself deeper into it. Her abdominal muscles rippled and rolled, ribs clearly visible as she drew long, ragged breaths, mouth hanging open wide to release long, ragged, continuous moans. And when the second peak arrived, it was even larger and more violent than the first. Her body arched with every ounce of strength she had, fingers tearing at the cushions until the fabric threatened to rip, legs bending and straightening repeatedly, every muscle in her thighs hard as stone. Liquid surged out in massive quantities, overflowing like a broken dam, flowing thick and heavy to soak her buttocks and the sofa beneath her. She felt as though her soul was being pulled right out of her body, muscles contracting in long, hard spasms that made her entire frame jerk and shudder uncontrollably.

Jun Hao’s expression was one of pure, ecstatic hunger. He watched the heavy flow start, his mouth watering visibly, nostrils flaring wide as he inhaled her scent deeply and greedily. He lowered his face again with lightning speed, burying it right in the center of the eruption. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing out completely, making loud, wet, greedy slurping sounds that rang through the room. His hands gripped her thighs even tighter, pulling her hips closer and closer, pressing her body against his face so hard it almost hurt, ensuring every drop flowed straight down his throat. He drank deeply, Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly up and down, eyes rolling back in his head from the overwhelming taste. He pulled back gasping, face shining wet and sticky, looking completely refreshed and energized, as if he had just drunk the purest, coldest water on a scorching hot day. He smiled broadly, wiping the sticky fluid from his nose and cheeks, looking incredibly satisfied and lively, radiating a deep, warm glow of pleasure and triumph.

The power never stopped. The machines inside her roared on, shaking violently, keeping her body on the very edge of sensation, never letting her come down. She felt stuffed and stretched, filled completely by the two hard, vibrating objects. Every inch of her inner walls was rubbed, stroked, and stimulated constantly. The sensation was heavy, thick, and incredibly deep, hitting places she never thought possible. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every hair standing on end, her whole body humming with electricity. She felt full, bloated with pleasure, her stomach rolling with delicious tension. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, unable to fill her lungs fast enough. Between her legs, her flesh was swollen, burning hot, and constantly slippery, fluid leaking out non-stop in a steady stream. She felt like an overflowing vessel, ready to pour out everything she had inside.

The intensity never ceased. The machines deep within her roared and shook violently, holding her body perpetually at the very peak of sensation, never allowing her to calm or rest for even a second. She felt so incredibly full, stretched beyond belief, completely filled by the two hard, unrelenting toys. Every inch of her inner walls was rubbed, touched, and stimulated without pause. The sensation was heavy, thick, and so deep it reached the very core of her being, touching places she never even knew existed inside herself. Her skin became hyper-sensitive, every fine hair standing on end, her entire body buzzing with an electric hum of pleasure. She felt heavy, bloated with sensation, her stomach churning with a delicious, agonizing tension. Her breath escaped in short, sharp gasps, her lungs struggling to keep up. Between her legs, her flesh was swollen, burning hot, and perpetually slick, fluids leaking out without end in a steady, powerful stream. She felt like an overflowing cup, ready to spill every last drop of herself at any moment. And suddenly, the pressure peaked again, stronger and deeper than anything she had ever experienced before. Her body locked rigid and straight, head thrown back far, hair spreading wildly. Her legs clamped tight around his head before flinging wide open again, her whole frame twisting and writhing in total abandonment right as the wave crashed over her. A massive, heavy wave of pleasure swept through her, leaving her limbs heavy and limp even as they twitched uncontrollably. Her core throbbed with a powerful, rhythmic heartbeat, pumping gallons of her sweet nectar in a long, continuous, heavy stream that seemed it would never stop flowing. She felt completely drained yet incredibly full, her insides churning and contracting, squeezing every last drop of her essence out of her body to give to him.

Jun Hao groaned low in his throat at the sight of the massive amount of liquid. He looked greedy and incredibly pleased, his eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. He pressed his mouth against her with overwhelming force, drinking as much as he could, swallowing huge gulps rapidly, his whole body tensed and focused entirely on the feast. He held her body firmly, almost possessively, treating her like his personal, endless fountain, draining her dry with expert efficiency and immense pleasure. He drank until his own stomach felt heavy and full, enjoying the sensation of being filled by her essence. He finally lifted his head, patting his stomach gently with a smug, arrogant grin. He looked full, content, and incredibly proud of himself. His posture was relaxed and powerful, chest puffed out, looking completely satisfied and nourished from the inside out. He wiped his mouth with a slow, deliberate motion, licking his lips thoroughly to savor the lingering taste.

The rhythm became a constant, relentless cycle now. The vibration hummed deep within her, a constant, powerful drone that kept her body in a state of high arousal. She felt like she was floating in a haze of pleasure, her body reacting automatically, turning itself into a machine just like the ones inside her. The sensation was intense, sharp, and incredibly satisfying, rubbing against every sensitive nerve deep inside. Her flesh was red and swollen, slippery and hot, pulsing continuously. Every movement of the toys sent jolts of pure delight through her. She felt open, exposed, and incredibly used, yet filled with such intense joy and sensation that she never wanted it to end. Her breathing was ragged, her mind completely focused only on the feeling between her legs, waiting for the next explosion that she knew was coming.

The rhythm settled into a constant, unyielding cycle. The vibration hummed deep within her, a powerful, unchanging drone that kept her body locked in a state of constant, blinding arousal. She felt as though she were floating in a thick haze of pleasure, her body reacting entirely on automatic, turning itself into nothing more than a vessel, a machine matching the ones inside her. The sensation was intense, sharp, and overwhelmingly satisfying, rubbing against every sensitive nerve deep within her passage without mercy. Her flesh was raw, red and swollen, slippery and burning hot, pulsing continuously in time with the rhythm. Every movement and vibration of the toys sent fresh jolts of pure electric delight shooting through her. She felt completely open, exposed, and thoroughly claimed, yet filled with such intense bliss and sensation that she never wanted it to stop, never wanted it to end. Her breathing came in ragged, broken gasps, her mind completely blank and focused only on the feeling building and building between her legs, waiting for the next explosion she knew was inevitable.

Her back arched high, her body bowing upward as the orgasm ripped through her, stronger and longer lasting than all the ones before. Her inner muscles rippled and contracted in long, hard waves, milking the vibrators fiercely, forcing out every drop of fluid her body could produce. The liquid surged out in powerful pulses, spraying high and flowing thickly, covering everything in its path. She shook and trembled, her mind completely shattered, lost in the deepest, most fulfilling pleasure a human body could experience. She felt completely emptied, completely used, and completely satisfied.

Jun Hao’s face was a picture of absolute bliss. He looked as if he had reached heaven itself. His eyes closed tightly, eyebrows drawn together in intense focus and pleasure as he caught the powerful spray directly into his mouth. He sucked rhythmically, matching the pulses of her body, swallowing everything, his body language showing total immersion and gratification. He held her soft, trembling body gently but firmly, appreciating the source of his joy, drinking with a slow, deep rhythm that showed how much he enjoyed this perfect moment. When the last drop was gone, he rested his forehead against her thigh for a moment, breathing deeply, before lifting his face. He looked peaceful, happy, and deeply fulfilled, his expression soft and glowing with the ultimate sense of achievement. He smiled a genuine, wide smile, eyes sparkling with deep gratitude and satisfaction.

The cycle repeated over and over again, without pause, without mercy, and without end. The two vibrators buzzed at maximum power, their cables bringing endless energy, turning her body into a never-ending source of sweet liquid. Every time the sensation built up—intense, stretching, vibrating deep within—her body reacted instantly. Her skin flushed hot, her muscles tightened, her breath caught in her throat, her body arching, twisting, and spasming, inner walls squeezing hard, pumping out thick, abundant streams of her essence that flowed freely and endlessly. She felt stretched, sore, exhausted, yet incredibly alive and sensitive, every inch of her body tuned only to feel pleasure and release. She was completely submerged in the feeling, her mind empty, her body merely a vessel overflowing with sensation.

And every single time, Jun Hao was there, ready and waiting. He would dive forward instantly, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight and pride. He would grab her thighs, spread her wide, and bury his face deep in the rushing flow. He would drink greedily, loudly, and happily, his whole body moving with the rhythm of her spasms, his face showing pure, unadulterated joy and triumph. He looked exactly like a genius who had invented the perfect system, a master who had created the perfect source. He would drink until the last drop was gone, lift his wet, shining face, wipe his mouth slowly, look at her twitching, exhausted form with absolute approval and arrogant pride, savoring every second and every drop of his perfect, endless pleasure.

And then, without hesitation or pause, he would dive back in again, ready for the next wave, as the machines inside her hummed on, and the sweet, endless flow continued forever.