Jun Hao did not hold back any longer. Now that he felt her inner walls had softened completely, become incredibly slippery, and welcomed his massive size with eager heat, he began to drive his hips forward with growing speed and force. What started as slow, deliberate strokes quickly transformed into powerful, rapid thrusts—faster and faster, deeper and deeper, pounding relentlessly into her most sensitive depths. Every movement dragged his entire length against her silky inner flesh, hitting that deep, sweet spot over and over again with unerring precision, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure rippling through her entire body.

Under this relentless, accelerating rhythm, Yan Jingshu was swept away into a whirlwind of ecstasy. She lost all count of time and sensation as one powerful orgasm crashed into another, wave after wave of bliss tearing through her without a moment’s pause.

The first peak hit her hard: her body went rigid, every muscle tensing instantly as her back arched high off the mattress, her hips bucking wildly upward to meet his thrusts. Her inner walls clamped down violently around him, contracting and pulsating in rapid, rhythmic spasms that milked his entire length, squeezing him with incredible strength again and again. Her toes curled tight, her legs shook uncontrollably, and her mouth fell open in a long, high-pitched cry of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her eyes rolled back deep into her head, completely unfocused, as a flood of hot, sweet nectar gushed out from within her, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath them, her body trembling and convulsing violently as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation.

But Jun Hao did not stop. He kept pounding, driving deeper and harder, and barely had she come down from that high when the next orgasm struck, even more intense than the last. This time, her whole body bowed like a drawn bowstring, lifting her completely off the bed, her nails digging hard into his shoulders. Her inner muscles fluttered and rippled in a chaotic, desperate grip, pulsing rapidly and repeatedly, massaging every inch of him inside her. She gasped for air, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, tears of pure joy leaking from the corners of her eyes as her hips ground against him in a frenzy, her body jerking and shivering, completely overloaded by the pleasure that refused to end. She felt herself melting, dissolving into pure sensation, every nerve ending alive and screaming in delight, her core throbbing and leaking continuously, her legs wrapping tight around his waist to pull him even closer, begging silently for more, more, and more.

Orgasm after orgasm washed over her—each one distinct, powerful, and all-consuming—leaving her breathless, flushed, and utterly spent, yet craving every second of it. The pain and soreness of her first time were now nothing but a distant memory, completely washed away and replaced by an intense, fiery pleasure that burned through her veins, taking over every part of her mind and body.

When he felt she had reached the peak of sensitivity and responsiveness, Jun Hao decided to change their embrace, deepening their union even further. Without pulling out even an inch, he slowed his rhythm, then reached down with his strong arms, sliding them firmly beneath her thighs and around her waist. With effortless strength, he lifted her entire body up off the mattress, bringing her with him as he sat back onto the bed, shifting from lying down to a seated position.

Throughout the entire movement, their bodies never separated for even a fraction of a second. His massive, heavy manhood remained buried deep inside her tight, hot, pulsating passage, moving with her, stretching her, and staying perfectly connected as he settled back against the headboard. Yan Jingshu was now seated firmly on his lap, straddling him, her soft, full weight resting entirely on his thighs, their lower bodies pressed tightly together, skin against skin, his groin flush against hers, his size still filling her completely to the very brim. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her soft, sweaty chest pressing firmly against his broad, hard chest, her breasts flattening against him as she leaned her body fully into his. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, resting her chin heavily on his shoulder, completely clinging to him, her body limp yet electric with sensation.

Jun Hao’s large hands moved down to cup and grip her soft, round buttocks firmly, his fingers digging gently into the plush flesh, squeezing and kneading them possessively. He used his grip to guide her, lifting her hips up slowly and then lowering her back down, controlling the movement, making her slide up and down his length. But soon, fueled by the intense pleasure coursing through her and the memory of the multiple climaxes she had just experienced, Yan Jingshu took over.

Driven by her own overwhelming desire, she began to move her hips on her own. She lifted herself up and sank back down, grinding and rotating her hips in slow, sensual circles, riding him with a rhythm that was entirely her own. The pain she had felt earlier was completely gone, erased and healed by the intense pleasure he had given her; now, every friction, every drag, every deep push felt like pure, unadulterated bliss. She moved with growing confidence and hunger, bouncing gently, pressing down hard to take him deeper, her inner walls gripping and caressing him with every motion, her body swaying and undulating against his, completely lost in the feeling of being filled so perfectly and completely.

"Ah... that’s it... move for me, Jingshu..." Jun Hao groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure and admiration vibrating against her ear. He tightened his grip on her soft buttocks, squeezing harder, pushing and guiding her rhythm, thrusting upward from below to meet every movement she made, driving himself even deeper into her warmth. "It feels so incredibly good... You are amazing, Jingshu... truly amazing. You take me so well, you feel so perfect... you are truly a remarkable woman."

He continued to praise her breathlessly, his words sending shivers of delight down her spine, as he used his hands to knead her flesh firmly, his touch firm and possessive. He thrust upward harder and stronger, pounding deep inside her as she ground down onto him, creating a friction that was absolutely maddening.

Yan Jingshu responded with louder, more desperate gasps and moans, her breath coming in short, sharp puffs against his skin, her body arching and pressing harder against his. She rode him faster, with more urgency, her movements becoming more frantic and passionate, her soft flesh bouncing and rubbing against him, her inner muscles fluttering and rippling continuously around his throbbing length.

Jun Hao closed his eyes completely, surrendering himself fully to the sensation. He focused entirely on the feeling of her warm, tight, wet walls hugging him, pulsing around him, the softness of her body pressing against his, the smell of her scent filling his nose, and the sweet, rhythmic sounds of her pleasure filling the air. He savored every single moment, every sensation, every reaction, completely immersed in the overwhelming joy and pleasure of being one with this incredible woman, feeling her heat, her desire, and her love wrapping around him tighter than anything else in the world.