Jun Hao drove into her with such force and speed, pounding her tight, wet passage hard and wildly, completely unrestrained. The sensation wrapping around his shaft was beyond anything he had ever felt before—indescribable, overwhelming, and absolutely divine. On all sides, he felt the soft, hot, velvety flesh of her inner walls clamping, squeezing, rippling, and milking him relentlessly with every movement. And layered right on top of that incredible warmth and tightness was the violent, relentless vibration of the two powerful toys still buried deep inside her, pressed tight against his skin on both sides, buzzing and shaking with maximum intensity, massaging, rubbing, and grinding against his entire length from the very base all the way up to the sensitive head.

The feeling was so intense, so overwhelmingly pleasurable, that Jun Hao could not keep his eyes open. He squeezed them shut tight, his head tilting all the way back, his jaw falling slack as a long, deep, trembling groan tore itself from his throat. Every single nerve in his body was set on fire, his mind completely blanked out by the sheer, blinding ecstasy of it all. The combination of her warm, contracting flesh and the violent, mechanical vibration rubbing against him from within was nothing short of heavenly. It felt as if he were being sucked, squeezed, and massaged by a thousand soft, trembling hands all at once, the stimulation so sharp and sweet it almost hurt.

It feels so good... too good... it is more wonderful than anything I ever imagined...

Driven wild by this overwhelming pleasure, his restraint completely shattered. The sensation only fueled his lust and his madness, making him want to go harder, deeper, and faster. He wanted to crush himself completely inside her, to bury himself as deep as physically possible, to drive his rigid length into her very core with every ounce of strength he possessed. His movements became savage, feral, and utterly uncontrolled. He pulled back until only the very tip remained caught inside, and then slammed forward again with terrifying force, hips snapping violently, pounding his way past the resistance, crushing the vibrators deep against her sensitive walls, grinding and twisting his pelvis savagely as he buried himself to the very hilt, balls slapping loudly against her wet, swollen skin.

Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies. The feeling inside her was truly indescribable—so incredibly good, far too good to be real, overflowing with sensation that knew no limit. Jun Hao was completely drunk on the feeling, his mind clouded and hazy, consumed entirely by the need to pound her as hard and as deep as he possibly could. He wanted to imprint himself inside her forever, driving into her over and over again with a rough, wild rhythm that grew more frantic and desperate with every passing second.

Unable to get enough, he lowered his heavy body fully on top of hers, crushing her soft form beneath his weight. He wrapped his arms tightly around her back, locking her body against his own so completely that there was no space left between them, no way for her to move or escape even if she wanted to. He held her in a crushing, possessive embrace, pressing her chest flat against his, their sweat-slicked skins sliding and sticking together, his face buried deep in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent deeply as he continued to hammer into her with reckless abandon.

But beneath him, Lianhua was already completely lost, long past the point of any control or sanity. Ever since the very beginning, since the moment the machines had been turned on, her body had been trapped in an endless, unbroken cycle of orgasm after orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her without a single second of pause or relief. She had been climaxing continuously, her body overflowing and leaking sweet nectar endlessly, her nerves burnt out and overloaded by the constant, intense stimulation.

Now, with his massive, thick length driving deep inside her alongside the still-buzzing vibrators, the sensation had multiplied a thousand times over, pushing her far beyond any human limit. Her body was completely out of her own control, acting entirely on instinct and reaction, possessed and ruled only by the overwhelming pleasure flooding every cell of her being. She thrashed and writhed beneath him non-stop, her back arching high off the cushions repeatedly, her hips bucking and jerking wildly upward to meet his thrusts or trying desperately to twist away, though his heavy weight and iron grip held her pinned firmly in place.

Her limbs were in constant, chaotic motion—legs bending, straightening, kicking, and clamping violently around his waist or shoulders before flying open wide again; arms flailing, hands clawing frantically at the cushions, his back, his shoulders, or tangling desperately in her own hair. Her whole body trembled, shook, and convulsed in endless, rhythmic spasms, quivering from head to toe as if she were suffering from a violent fever or a fit, completely unable to steady or calm herself even for a moment. She was like a woman possessed, her mind and soul completely separated from her body, leaving only a vessel that reacted with pure, unadulterated bliss and overstimulation.

Her inner muscles were in a constant state of violent contraction and release, rippling, squeezing, and pulsing around him and the vibrators in long, hard, milking waves that never ceased. Fluids gushed and poured out of her in heavy, continuous streams, soaking his thighs, the cushions, and pooling beneath her without end, her body voiding itself completely over and over again, unable to hold anything back. She was leaking, flowing, and squirting endlessly, her passage wide open and fluttering uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed by the massive intrusion and the relentless vibration grinding away at her most sensitive spots from the inside.

No coherent words could ever form in her mind or leave her mouth. All that escaped her lips were raw, primal sounds of pure, unending pleasure. She screamed—high-pitched, desperate, piercing shrieks that tore from her throat every time he slammed deep inside. She wailed and moaned—long, low, trembling sounds that vibrated deep in her chest and rose into sharp, broken cries. She whimpered and sobbed, tears of absolute bliss streaming freely down her flushed cheeks. And through it all, she begged and pleaded, over and over again in breathless, broken tones, her voice hoarse and raw from screaming, urging him on, craving more, unable to handle it yet unable to live without it. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Ah... ah... yes... more... deeper... harder... please... oh god... don’t stop... keep going... more... give me more... so good... too much... ah... yes... yes... YES!!!"

She pleaded endlessly, her body shaking and twisting beneath him, completely enslaved by the feeling of his thick, rigid shaft pounding into her in perfect sync with the violent buzzing of the machines inside her. Every single movement, every friction, every vibration sent electric shocks through her system, keeping her trapped in this state of perpetual, never-ending climax. She was drowning in pleasure, suffocating in sensation, her body writhing and jerking continuously, completely broken and completely owned, melting away beneath him as the wild, rough, and endless rhythm continued on and on, forever.