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. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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 drank and drank, swallowing every drop until his own stomach felt heavy, distended, and completely full, his throat working rhythmically, satiated beyond belief. He had drunk so much of her sweet nectar that he felt completely nourished, fully fed, and utterly satisfied, his thirst and hunger for her essence finally quenched completely.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his face completely soaked and glistening, wiping his mouth and chin with a slow, lazy motion, looking down at her exhausted, trembling form with deep satisfaction and smugness. He pulled back slightly, kneeling between her wide-spread legs, and looked at his own penis—hard, throbbing, wet, and sticky from the fluids that had leaked and splashed everywhere. Without a word, he leaned forward and pressed the thick, heavy length of his shaft directly against her dripping, swollen outer lips, rubbing the sensitive, reddened flesh slowly back and forth, using her own abundant fluids to coat and slick himself up completely, cleaning his rigid member right at the entrance of her still gaping, pulsating passage.

Lianhua’s eyes flew wide open in shock and confusion, her body jerking and twitching weakly, eyebrows drawing together as she looked down at what he was doing, her breath hitching sharply in her throat. She could still feel the two powerful vibrators buzzing violently deep inside her, stretching her walls wide, filling her completely, and she did not understand why he was pressing himself there again when she had already given him so much. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, breasts heaving wildly as she bit her lip and finally found her voice, trembling and breathless.

"What... what are you doing? There are still vibrators inside me... they are still there, still moving..."

Jun Hao looked down at her, a dark, wicked, arrogant smirk spreading slowly across his face, eyes shining with intense lust and absolute triumph as he felt the heat and vibration radiating from her opening directly against his sensitive tip. He leaned closer, his voice low, thick, heavy with desire and confidence.

"That... is exactly what I want. That is the whole point."

Without waiting for her to react or speak another word, without giving her even a single second to prepare herself, he gripped his heavy, rigid shaft firmly in his hand, lined himself up perfectly, and drove forward with one powerful, heavy thrust. He pushed straight past her outer lips, past the ring of tight muscle, and buried his entire length deep inside her already stuffed, stretched, and vibrating passage—forcing his way in right alongside the two round, violently buzzing vibrators that were already occupying every inch of space within her.

Lianhua’s body reacted instantly and violently as he entered. She screamed, a high-pitched, desperate sound tearing from her throat, her back arching off the sofa so hard her shoulders almost lifted completely off the cushions. Her legs flew upward, knees bending sharply and clamping hard against his waist, heels digging desperately into his back, her whole body twisting, writhing, and thrashing in wild, uncontrollable spasms. Her hips bucked and jerked upward and sideways, trying desperately to escape the impossible fullness and overwhelming sensation, her inner walls squeezing, rippling, and convulsing violently around the massive intrusion. She thrashed her head from side to side, hair flying everywhere, hands clawing at the cushions, her body shaking, trembling, and quivering so hard the entire sofa creaked and moved beneath them. She was in agony and ecstasy all at once, her body reacting with the most intense, violent writhing he had ever seen, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of being stretched far beyond her limits, filled by his thick shaft and the two buzzing machines all at the same time.

For Jun Hao, the sensation was absolutely indescribable, overwhelming, and mind-blowing. He felt the tight, soft, hot flesh of her inner walls squeezing and rippling rhythmically all around him, wet and slippery and incredibly hot. But more than that—he felt the hard, smooth bodies of the two vibrators pressed tight against him on both sides, vibrating with terrifying, maximum intensity, shaking and buzzing violently right against his sensitive skin, rubbing and grinding against his shaft from every angle. The combination of her warm, wet, clamping flesh and the relentless, powerful vibration of the machines against him sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to his brain, making his vision blur and his breath catch in his chest. His eyes rolled back in pure bliss, jaw falling open, a low, deep groan rumbling from his chest, his whole body stiffening and trembling as he held himself deep inside her.

It’s so fucking wonderful... absolutely perfect...

He thought to himself, completely lost in the sensation, his mind blanked by the sheer intensity of it. He realized immediately just how incredible this feeling was—being surrounded by her tight, squeezing muscles while also being rubbed and massaged relentlessly by the powerful buzzing of the vibrators right against his skin. It was the most amazing, addictive, and overwhelming pleasure he had ever experienced in his life. He forced himself to stay perfectly still, buried deep inside her, fighting with every ounce of his strength and willpower just to remain stationary, to hold himself there and endure the sensation, afraid that if he moved even an inch he would lose control instantly and finish too fast. He gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping her waist with bruising force, breathing hard and heavy, forcing himself to adapt, forcing his body to get used to the incredible stimulation, learning to bear the intense, constant vibration and the tight grip of her flesh combined together.

He stayed buried deep inside her like that for a long time, slowly adjusting, slowly getting accustomed to the violent buzzing and the impossible tightness, his body trembling with effort and pleasure, sweat pouring down his face and back. He felt her inner muscles fluttering, clamping, and milking him continuously, felt the vibrators shaking against him without pause, and slowly, his mind cleared, his focus shifting from enduring the sensation to dominating it completely.

And once he felt he had adapted, once he could bear the overwhelming pleasure without losing control, his expression changed instantly. His eyes snapped open, dark, hungry, and wild, a wicked, savage grin spreading across his face. He gripped her hips harder, fingers digging deep into her soft skin, pulled his hips back slightly until only the tip remained inside, and then—without warning—he slammed forward again with terrifying force, driving himself all the way to the hilt in one heavy, crushing blow.

And then he began to move.

He started pounding into her with absolutely no mercy, no rhythm, no gentleness whatsoever—completely rough, completely wild, and utterly relentless. He fucked her with a savage, animalistic pace, pulling back and slamming forward again and again, hard and fast, grinding and twisting his hips violently as he went, forcing his way past the vibrators, crushing them deep against her walls, using them as tools to rub and grind her from the inside with every single thrust. His movements were erratic, desperate, and wild, pounding into her like a man possessed, hips smacking loudly and heavily against her wet, swollen flesh over and over again, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with the loud, constant drone of the vibrating machines deep inside. He drove into her with all his strength, completely out of control, completely consumed by lust, using her body roughly, wildly, exactly as he pleased, enjoying every second of her desperate writhing and the impossible sensation of being inside her while those two powerful toys buzzed and shook between them.

He went harder, deeper, faster, wilder—completely losing himself in the pleasure, turning the act into a fierce, violent, and endless rhythm of pure domination and absolute bliss, enjoying every single moment of having her completely stuffed, completely filled, and completely his.