Locked together in that intimate embrace, with Yan Jingshu seated firmly on his lap, their bodies pressed skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest, Jun Hao did not hold back any longer. He tightened his powerful grip on her soft, plump buttocks, his fingers digging deep into the yielding flesh, spreading her open and pulling her down hard against him, ensuring not a fraction of space remained between them. Then, with a low, guttural groan that vibrated deep in his chest, he began to move—harder, faster, and with a wild, unrestrained intensity that completely eclipsed everything before.

He drove his hips upward in sharp, forceful, powerful thrusts, slamming deep into her core again and again, while at the same time pulling her body down to meet every single impact. The rhythm was frantic, relentless, and utterly primal. It was a fierce, passionate battle of pleasure, their bodies colliding with loud, wet, smacking sounds that filled the room, echoing off the walls. Every movement was deep, rough, and wildly erotic, each stroke dragging his entire massive, heavy length along the full length of her sensitive inner walls, grinding and rubbing against every nerve ending, stretching her to her absolute limit and filling her completely with overwhelming heat and hardness.

While his hips pounded upward in a furious, unending rhythm, his hands were equally busy, consumed entirely by the magnificent softness pressed against his chest. Jun Hao was absolutely obsessed with her breasts—round, full, heavy, and incredibly soft, bouncing wildly with every collision of their bodies. His large palms cupped them completely, squeezing and kneading the plush flesh with greedy, possessive force, pressing them flat against his chest, then rolling and compressing them, molding them however he pleased. He squeezed them hard, letting them slip through his fingers only to grab and crush them again, marveling at how perfectly they fit his hands, how soft and yielding they were, how they felt like warm, sweet dough begging to be touched.

Then his hands moved lower, his fingers finding the hard, swollen, sensitive peaks standing erect and proud atop each mound. He pinched them ruthlessly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling them slowly then sharply, teasing and tormenting those tiny, hyper-sensitive buds that sent electric jolts straight to her core. But it was not enough for him—he wanted more, he wanted to taste them, to devour them completely.

He lowered his head, burying his face deep between her soft, warm mounds, and attacked her breasts with a hunger that knew no bounds. He opened his mouth wide and sealed it completely over one heavy, rounded breast, sucking hard, pulling the soft flesh deep into his mouth, licking and lapping wildly at the silky skin. His tongue darted out, hot, wet, and rough, swirling rapidly around the hard nipple, coating it in thick saliva. He wrapped his lips tightly around the sensitive peak, sucking it hard and deep into his mouth, pulling it out, stretching it, and then clamping his lips down to nibble and bite it—sharp, little bites and gentle nips that made her body jerk and shudder violently in his arms. He licked, sucked, bit, and chewed at her nipples relentlessly, moving from one breast to the other, devouring them with ravenous delight, treating them like the sweetest delicacy he had ever tasted, leaving them wet, swollen, red, and throbbing under his frantic attention.

And he did not stop there. His head moved wildly, roaming all over her upper body like a man possessed. He buried his face into the soft curve of her neck, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent deeply before covering her skin in a frenzy of hot, open-mouthed kisses. He licked a long, wet stripe from the base of her neck all the way up to her jawline, his rough tongue dragging over the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of burning wetness. He bit gently yet firmly at the soft flesh of her neck and throat, sucking hard to leave marks of his possession, making her gasp and arch her neck further to give him better access. He moved to her ears, breathing hot and heavy right into the sensitive canal, before taking her entire earlobe into his mouth, sucking it, licking it, and nibbling the soft cartilage, sending shivers of pure madness racing down her spine.

Then, unable to resist any longer, he captured her mouth in a fierce, wild, consuming kiss. He forced his tongue past her lips, tangling wildly with hers, dominating her completely, sucking her tongue into his mouth, biting her lower lip hard and pulling at it before diving back in again. It was a kiss filled with hunger, lust, and absolute need—messy, wet, deep, and utterly erotic, sealing their breaths together, mixing their saliva, expressing every ounce of his desire through the sheer intensity of his mouth.

Yan Jingshu responded exactly as he desired—with abandon and total surrender. Her voice, previously soft and breathy, now broke into loud, long, high-pitched cries and moans that spilled endlessly from her lips. There were no words spoken, only the raw, uninhibited language of pleasure: desperate gasps, sharp intake of breath, throaty groans, high whimpers, and cries that rose in pitch and volume with every violent collision of their bodies. Her voice cracked with the intensity, her sounds growing louder, more erotic, and more wanton with every second, a symphony of pure ecstasy that spurred him on to even greater heights of ferocity. She threw her head back, her hair cascading wildly over her shoulders, her face twisted in an expression of complete, shameless bliss, her mouth hanging open as she poured out every ounce of her feeling into her voice.

Her body moved in perfect, wanton sync with his. She rode him with a wild, hungry rhythm of her own, bouncing frantically up and down, grinding her hips in tight, frantic circles, undulating her body against his, meeting his upward thrusts with downward force of her own. Her soft breasts swayed and bounced violently against his hard chest, her nipples rubbing and creating electric sparks of sensation, while her arms clung tightly around his neck, her nails scraping lightly against his back, her legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper, closer, forever more. Her whole body was in constant, fluid motion—arching, twisting, bucking, undulating—every muscle tensed and trembling, every curve pressing into him, trying to absorb every bit of pleasure, trying to merge their bodies into one inseparable entity.

Inside her, the sensation for Jun Hao was nothing short of divine, overwhelming, and maddeningly addictive. Buried deep within her scorching, humid depths, he felt her inner walls—soft, silky, velvet-like, yet incredibly strong and alive—clinging to him with a desperate, wet heat. He felt how incredibly tight she still was, even after being stretched wide by his immense size, her muscles rippling and contracting rhythmically around every inch of him, gripping his shaft, his veins, his swollen head, squeezing and milking him with a strength that felt like a warm, wet fist. Every time he pulled back, he felt her walls try to follow him, clinging, dragging, refusing to let go; every time he plunged back in, he felt her give way, stretch, and then clamp down harder, massaging him from base to tip, caressing every sensitive ridge and vein with slippery, slick friction. He felt the incredible heat radiating from within her, burning hot and enveloping, and the wetness—so much wetness—her natural nectar coating him completely, turning every movement into a slippery, gliding slide that felt like he was moving through warm, thick, sweet oil. He felt her inner flesh quiver and flutter against his most sensitive parts, felt the way her depths pulsed and throbbed in time with her heartbeat and her pleasure, felt the distinct, rough texture deep inside that made his own senses reel. It was hot, tight, wet, soft, rough, smooth, and overwhelmingly pleasurable all at once—a sensation of being swallowed whole, held tight, and worshipped from the inside out, driving him wild with the feeling of absolute power and possession.

For Yan Jingshu, the sensation inside her body was equally mind-blowing, intense beyond anything she could have ever imagined. She felt him—his massive, incredible size—filling her so completely that she could feel him pressing against her entrance, her walls, and her deepest core all at once, occupying every inch of space within her. She felt the sheer hardness and weight of him, solid and unyielding, a heavy, hot pillar of flesh moving relentlessly inside her. She felt the rough, prominent veins winding along his shaft dragging slowly and firmly against her most sensitive inner skin, creating a friction that was sharp, electric, and incredibly sweet. She felt the large, bulbous, swollen head of his manhood, wide and rounded, stretching her open, rubbing against the sensitive ring of muscles at her entrance, and then plunging deep to crash against the very end of her passage, hitting that hidden, sacred spot deep within her over and over again with every thrust, sending shockwaves that made her vision blur. She felt the heat radiating off him, burning into her, mixing with her own fire, turning her insides into a furnace. She felt the slick, slippery sensation of her own fluids, turning the friction into a smooth, gliding pleasure, yet still feeling every ridge and contour of his skin. She felt the way he expanded and throbbed powerfully inside her, pulsing against her walls with his heartbeat, felt the way he grew even harder and hotter the more he moved, claiming her completely.

The pleasure built up higher and higher, spiraling out of control, until she could no longer hold it back. Orgasm hit her like a hurricane, shattering her senses completely. Her body stiffened, arching backward violently, her hips grinding down hard onto him, trapping him deep inside. Her inner walls clamped down with crushing force, contracting and pulsating in rapid, chaotic spasms, rippling and squeezing him over and over again with a strength that seemed impossible. A flood of hot, sweet, creamy nectar gushed out from within her in a powerful rush, pouring over his length, flowing down his heavy sac, soaking his thighs and pooling between them, drenching everything in her overwhelming release.

But Jun Hao did not stop. He kept pounding, kept sucking, kept biting and licking her wildly, driving her straight into another climax before the first one even faded. Again and again she went over the edge—orgasm after orgasm tearing through her, her body convulsing, shaking, trembling, completely out of her mind. Every time she came, she released even more, her fluids flowing freely and abundantly, running down his legs, making loud squelching sounds with every movement, her body literally flooding him with her pleasure, marking him completely as hers. She was lost in an endless cycle of bliss, crying out his name in a hoarse, broken voice, her body completely surrendered, her mind empty of everything except the wild, fiery pleasure that bound them together.